The encompassing night had draped its cloak of darkness over the wide, flat plain, painting the landscape in a deep, velvety indigo with streaks of ebony black. The only source of light came from the celestial spectacle above—the aurora borealis dancing across the night sky like a symphony of neon colors. Its ethereal glow illuminated the grasses below, casting mesmerizing shadows on the ground. The soft rustle of blades and the distant murmurs of the river created a serene backdrop for the nocturnal activities about to unfold. It was as if nature itself was taking part in this magical performance, adding its own harmonious notes to the symphony of sights and sounds.
Silent as a ghost, Cadaver slinked through the darkness, his senses honed to perfection. His mismatched eyes shone with an otherworldly glimmer, reflecting the moon's pale light as he moved with careful precision. His lithe body melded effortlessly into the inky blackness, aided by the tall grasses that provided ample cover. He was not searching for food, but for a different kind of challenge—a fellow fighter to test his prowess under the cloak of night.
It didn't take long for Cadaver's keen senses to pick up the faint scent of his brother, Gru. With a silent determination, he stalked his sibling, moving with the grace of a shadow as he closed the distance between them. He observed Gru from afar, noting the way his brother moved with a certain confidence, unaware of the impending challenge about to befall him. After waiting for the perfect moment to charge, Cadaver seized the opportunity to strike. With a sudden burst of speed, he leaped from the cover of the grasses, his muscles coiled like springs ready to unleash their pent-up energy. With lanky and uncoordinated outstretched limbs, he barked his own alert. “Aha! Gotchu!”
