The beast in front of the Stonehooves tribe was a towering Minotaur, its body covered in a rough hide of dark, leathery skin that rippled with muscle.
Standing nearly fifteen feet tall, its massive horns curved upward like a deadly crown, gleaming in the dim light.
Its eyes glowed a fiery red, filled with a mix of rage and hunger as it clutched a massive double-headed axe in one hand, its other hand dragging across the earth as it stomped forward.
Its snout flared as it inhaled the scent of fear from the humans below, its breath coming out in deep, guttural huffs.
Sophia, standing beside Lyerin, couldn't tear her eyes away from the creature.
She had heard stories of Minotaurs, of their strength and cruelty, but seeing one in person made her blood run cold.
"What is that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the low rumbling growl emanating from the beast.
