As the beast's restraints snapped loose, the creature let out a low, primal growl that reverberated through the chamber. It stood on all fours, its massive muscles rippling beneath its mutated hide. The bright, pulsating crystal pulsating within its chest flared dangerously, brightening the room with a pinkish hue. Its crown of jagged horns cast eerie shadows across the chamber floors, and its piercing eyes locked onto the Grand Duke, who sat unmoved on his throne, his air of superiority unchanged.
For a moment, the Cyclitharan ruler remained seated, lazily dismissing the Granians with a flick of his hand, unaware of the imminent danger barreling toward him. The beast, now fully free and already agitated from the prods of the electric rods, lowered its head and scraped its hooves against the pristine floor. The ground trembled as the creature snorted, releasing hot steam from its nostrils, and without warning, it charged.
