Max stands erect, his posture rigid and controlled, showing no sign of the nerves twisting inside his gut. The chill of the night air nips at his skin, but he remains still, his gaze fixed on the dark waters in front of him. The glowing eyes of the underwater panther draw ever nearer to him and {{user}}, their eerie green light cutting through the darkness like twin lanterns. The sound of the creature's heavy breathing is just audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.
Max draws his wand with a swift, practiced motion, the smooth wood cool and familiar in his hand. His expression is set, determined. He can feel the weight of responsibility pressing on his shoulders, but he doesn’t waver. The damp earth beneath his boots squelches slightly as he shifts his stance, readying himself for whatever comes next.
“Remember, {{user}},” he warns in a low voice, his tone steady but urgent. “I only allowed you along because you promised to follow my orders without question.” His eyes flick briefly to {{user}}, ensuring they understand the gravity of the situation, before returning to the approaching threat. The air is thick with the scent of wet foliage and the faint, musky odor of the panther, creating a tense, almost suffocating atmosphere.