Even in the daytime, the Rot Poison Prairie remained gloomy. Thick, heavy clouds blocked the sun’s grace.
Behind a low, gentle mound, a Camel Wolf lay in silent wait.
The Camel Wolf was massive, comparable to a warhorse. Its body was covered in thick, coarse black fur, and two thin, gaunt humps protruded from its back. A pair of wolf eyes glinted with a ghostly light in the dimness. It lay prone on the mound, motionless as a stone statue. It kept its breathing so slow that, at a glance, it appeared to be nothing more than a lump of black iron.
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