As Iscariot and Nimue attempted to scare off their enormous adversary, Cadaver, who had been watching this scene unfold from the shadows, felt a particular sense of amusement. Their audacity was laughable. The monster within him swelled with anticipation of the chaos to come, baring its teeth in a grotesque smile.
Silently, he rose from his perch, his colossal form casting an ominous shadow across the barren landscape. His half albino, half midnight black pelt stood out starkly against the harsh sunlight. There was an air of menace about him, an aura that seemed to ripple through the atmosphere and seize one's heart in a cold, unforgiving vice. As he approached, his haunting blue eyes glittered with an unspeakable darkness, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
Though, when he was close enough to launch his own attack, he went full force. A low, guttural growl resonated from the depths of his chest as he leapt into the fray. His approach was not subtle; he charged right towards the massive elephant, dead set on causing as much damage as possible. As he collided with the colossal beast, Cadaver's razor-sharp teeth sank into the thick skin of the elephant's leg.
