The cavern trembled as the Batlord uncoiled itself from its stalactite perch, its talons—each the length of a cavalry saber—scraping against the limestone with a sound like nails on a slate. The creature's descent was not a fall, but a calculated demolition. Its hind legs struck the ground first, the impact sending a shockwave through the chamber that cracked the bedrock beneath Ludwig's boots. Dust rained from the ceiling, glittering in the faint bioluminescent glow of the fungus clinging to the walls.
The Batlord's wings, veined with pulsating arteries thicker than Ludwig's fingers, stretched to their full span. The creature itself was massive in size and with his wings opened it just gave it a more terrifying feel.
