43 High Troll (1)

Amid the chaos and urgency of their flight, an odd yet desperate scene unfolded. The party, Jayce leading the way, devoured their provisions as if their lives depended on it—because they did. Sashimi vanished into Jayce's mouth, potato chips were consumed with a haste that left crumbs in the wind, cream puffs and noodles met their end in a flurry of determined bites. The spectacle of their consumption in the face of danger would have drawn a chuckle in less dire circumstances.

But the backdrop of impending doom shattered any semblance of humor. The monstrous High Troll bore down on them, its pursuit turning the urban landscape into a war zone. Buildings crumbled like fragile constructs, crushed beneath the weight of its rage-fueled charge. The air vibrated with its imposing aura, and the party could practically feel the malevolence radiating from its massive form.