At that point, it was clear we’d win this time.A pack of three Hounds caught the last fleeing Minotaur and brought it down.A small group of us took down the last Drakken.And it was over.I sat down right where I was, in the churned-up dirt and blood and bits of Drakken. I was on the far side of the carcass, alone, since I’d been blinding it with magical fireworks. All I could do was stare stupidly at the gigantic head in front of me. The head looked to be about half the size of a locomotive, though I could have been wrong about that. I could not believe we’d taken down, not just one, but four of these things.All I could think about at that moment was…nothing. I was literally too tired to think. I should have been starving, but I was at the point where I was even too tired to be hungry.And that is when I heard a strange, high-pitched keening sound above and behind me that made every hair on my body stand straight up with terror.I turned, ever so slowly, looking over my shoulder…and at first, saw nothing except what I took to be a pole or the trunk of a dead tree.
