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A blue and black tiger-like creature stepped out of the portal, taller than the bear, though the latter was standing on its hind legs, and let out a bone-chilling shriek.

Drools dropped from its foaming mouth and trudged forward on its three pairs of legs. Its numerous spider-like eyes, covering half of its face locked on her, and it shrieked again, flexing its bony body.

Layla didn’t shake, nor did she tremble. She stared at the creature with, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Who did this to you? Who put you in so much pain?” She whispered, squeezing hard on her glaive.

The amount of agony, fear, and sorrow radiating off it almost made her drop on her knees and curl into a ball. She could feel all that it felt. Its pain, fear, anger—all the emotions slammed into her.

It wasn’t always how it was. It wasn’t supposed to look or act like that. It looked like a tiger because it was a tiger. What happened? How did it become something so unnatural? An abomination?

The creature gave a low growl