A thing of crumbling concrete and rebar stepped out of the murk, blocking the path of our erstwhile heroes. Its breathing was low and heavy. Its black eyes glassily stared. It advanced a step, another.
“Back, demon,” shouted Fassn, to no effect. He turned to the rest and shrugged, raised his weapon.
“A creature of stone and iron,” Shyan said.
“That certainly seems to explain the stench,” Cang added. He lobbed a stone at the creature with his sling, but it plinked harmlessly away.
“This place rise up against us,” Abianarin said.
Shyan grimaced, raised her shield and advanced with careful steps. “Ready your weapons.”