While all the soldiers were impressive, each radiating an aura of raw brutality and power, none among them was as imposing as the man who rode at the forefront. Towering over the rest atop a massive seven-meter-tall tiger with black-and-white striped fur, he commanded attention.
The beast's paws alone were large enough to crush a grown man, and its roar could shake the very ground. The man atop it, nearly two and a half meters tall, was the embodiment of unbridled strength and vitality. His tanned, weathered skin bore the scars of countless battles, each mark a testament to the life of a warrior.
He wore a cloak made from the pelt of a dire wolf, its massive teeth still attached and hanging menacingly along the edges. His bare chest was a canvas of scars, each one a reminder of a battle fought and won. His sharp, piercing gaze could intimidate even the most seasoned warriors.
