Outpost Base, West Gate Entrance.
Within a wooden animal pen.
A massive creature lay on the ground, its huge tail coiled into a ball, and its amber pupils lazily drifting around.
Whether Awakeners or ordinary people, any Wasteland Wanderer born and raised on this continent would instinctively feel terror at the sight of this beast and respect from the depths of their heart for the powerhouse capable of overcoming and subjugating it.
As one of the apex predators in the wasteland, the Death Claw was an unequivocal T1 or even T0 level existence in terms of strength, speed, stealth, and size.
It was mighty impressive that a few iron chains and a collar could restrain this thing!
However...
This Death Claw seemed to have been fed into submission and lost much of its ferocity, now replaced by indolence, and its temper wasn't as volatile as before its arrival here.
What good does ferocity do?
Most people here weren't really afraid of it.
Especially that human encased in metal.
