"What is that thing?" one of the players asked, their voice trembling as they pointed at the creature.
Above the beast's head floated a label:
[Baranga ????]
The question marks sent a wave of unease through the group.
"What does it mean?" another player muttered, confused.
Ezekiel's sharp gaze lingered on the ominous aura surrounding the creature.
He didn't answer immediately, his mind calculating every possibility.
"Are we supposed to defeat it to move to the next round?"
Before Ezekiel could respond, a loud scoff broke the tension.
Dorion stepped forward, his scythe gleaming wickedly in the torchlight.
"I say we get this over with!" he said, gripping his weapon tightly. "Kill the beast and move on immediately."
Ezekiel stepped in, placing himself between Dorion and the creature.
"Let's not be rash," he said, her voice calm but firm.
"The question marks above its name mean this thing isn't your average monster. It's dangerous, and if we mess up, we'll all end up dead."
