As the Tyrant's hands continued to pry open the spatial crack wide enough for its entry, the leader of the Scavenger Boars, the Iron King Boar, emerged from the crack. Its arrival invigorated its brethren. If not for the Tyrant's hands already visible, anyone who saw the Iron King Boar might mistake it for the Tyrant. Its towering stature of five meters, strong and long tusks, and deep abyssal eyes were enough to instill fear in the enemy's heart.
The Iron King Boar reveled in the kingly aura it exuded.
Accompanied by a dozen Scavenger Boars, the leader moved towards the rusty scent of blood. Trampling over the corpses of humans clad in cloaks, the Iron King Boar sneered. It had heard about the lowly beings who used unholy means to claim the corpses of its brethren as if they were their own army. The Iron Boar was incensed.
