Sol crouched on a thick petrified branch thirty feet directly above their heads, his body completely still. The silver "Free Use" essence was wrapped tight around his skin like a cold, invisible membrane, swallowing his scent and suppressing his core so completely that he didn't even register as a breathing creature to the jungle.
Below him, the six lanky monsters were slouched around a stagnant, scum-covered pool of rot-water, their seven-foot, skeletal frames twitching with a disgusting, restless energy.
They were exactly what he had seen before on the battlefield… horrifying, seven-to-eight-foot-tall humanoid figures, unnaturally slender and skeletal.
Their skin was a sickly yellowish-green flesh with a damp, mossy texture that looked like it belonged on a corpse.
As they sat on logs, their long, multi-jointed arms… stretching well past their knees… twitching erratically.
