Aaron had heard of a mythological creature that had the head of a stag or moose and used to prowl in the darkness.
A being of insatiable hunger and starvation.
Wendigo.
He nearly froze in place when he saw a similar looking, dangerous nightcrawler standing right in front of his eyes.
His hands were long, so long that they nearly touched the ground. His figure was slightly hunched forward, knees bent at a weird angle.
But shockingly, just like how Aaron had blanked out staring at the monster, the monster was staring back at Aaron.
He snarled, his maw opening wide, causing his darkened, dirty teeth to be on full display as a foul odour assaulted Aaron's nose.
Luckily it was a good thing since the odour made him snap out of his daze, his mana surging within him as he activated both his offensive skills in an instant.
His aura surged out of him while a connection between himself and the monster was formed.
Reverse senses and dignity of the weak.
