Elsword and 9S can see fit to lure the muckbeast out through trying to get past the vines and brambles barring you from the rest of the river. As they continue, they'll feel an ominous, weighted gaze dripping with disapproval before things go eerily silent. Once it's reached it's limit however - and that might be sooner than expected since last month Add froze some of the brambles and it's very upset about that still - the air stills, the fish vanish from the water and a casm seems to crackle forth, splitting their patch of the river in two as a mud-covered, almost bone-and-briar beast, a mockery of human anatomy, crawls forth with a shriek.

Enjoy your monsters, boys. You may make this a log, or we can handle things here since... threading fights isn't everyone's forte.