"Phoooo."
The giant monster breathes out as it looks at the people in front of it with hatred in its eyes. The Behemoth was close to death, its humongous body that once walked through the grasslands with no care in the world was now riddled with wounds as a lake of blood had formed beneath it. Its tough skin that couldn't be penetrated by normal attacks was cut and torn in many places while its strong bones were fractured at multiple locations.
The ground was littered with its rocky plates that once adored its powerful body, the plates were broken and now only served as decoration for the grassland. One of its horns that could penetrate through rocks with ease was broken and lay in the grass while the right side of its face had a hideous wound from which no blood was flowing, the strong flames from Wolf's sword had burned the flesh immediately and cauterized the wound.
