The hunters, having received reassurance from their leader, immediately sprang into action.
The wild sheep were struck by the hunters' arrows amidst their wails, collapsing onto the ground, with trickles of fresh blood permeating the earth and staining the misty area.
Engrossed in their slaughter, the hunters failed to notice that the sound of a giant creature splashing through the water within the mist had ceased, and the fog enveloping the valley began to churn slightly, like bubbling in a pot coming to a boil.
"Ah, the stench of fresh blood, life I envy, and the sweet aroma of sincere souls," uttered a dry, ancient voice from within the mist.
At the moment the voice appeared, the thick mist rolled, and a huge white bony claw extended from it, like an eagle's talon grabbing a chick, seizing an unsuspecting hunter before retracting back into the fog.
