in the midst of a massive monster, a towering figure of large and agile monsters gathers around a small village. The creature's armor is gleaming in the dim light, and its eyes gleam with an otherworldly gleam. The monster's armor is made of moss and vines, and its fangs gleam in the darkness. It breathes a deafening roar as it stalks through the trees, his voice echoing through the night. The sky above is a deep, inky dark, a reminder that even the smallest creatures can withstand it as far as the eye can see.