Bitterfly

Warg! What is it good for? Absolutely trampling your spine into the ground, ripping off both your arms, and shredding your throat with merciless fangs while you gurgle screams through your soup of a neck. That answers that.

The common Bitterfly has adapted to the Castle’s dark caverns and perpetual night, hunting solely by sound. Due to its ears serving as wings, a Bitterfly can only hear its own flapping and frequently starves to death. The species’ naturally invisible state means explorers often trip over the bodies.

Critics have decried Brauner’s series of self-portraits as “derivative”, “self indulgent”, and “stinking of blood”. Now they’re out for revenge, using what little sorcerous power still suffuses them to fling themselves at any observer and bludgeon them to death.