After letting out a single ear-shattering roar, the Rat King went back down on all fours and started moving. It didn't even look around before it headed in the direction of Yellow Sparks.
An ordinary Rat King's motivation and goal could be hard to determine, but what the Scorched Earth Rat King wanted was apparent from a glance. It wanted death and destruction as it practically covered the sky in bloodlust as it moved its colossal body forward, sending out small tremors with each step.
It didn't rush, and as it walked steadily, the ground moved under it, covering up any cracks and ravines before it put its feet down.
Despite the bloodlust that the King emanated, there was no discernable rage or anger for its kin being slaughtered in droves all over the wasteland. The malice in its gaze stemmed from nothing else but its instinct to devour and leave nothing but its own footsteps in its trail.
