Back in the heart of the Stonehooves Tribe, the ground trembled beneath the hulking Minotaur, its roar echoing through the barren landscape like a thunderclap.
Its once wounded form now stood tall, having doubled in size, its muscles rippling with newfound strength.
Its red eyes gleamed with a mix of fury and bloodlust as it stared down at the tribe, particularly at Lyerin, who stood firm, unshaken by the behemoth's rebirth.
Corora hurried to Lyerin's side, her breathing uneven, her small frame trembling with uncertainty. "Lyerin... Should we attack now? We have no time!" Her voice quivered, betraying the fear that had crept into her heart.
Lyerin glanced at her, his gaze calm, almost amused. "No, not yet," he said, shaking his head slowly, his expression unreadable.
"But why?!" Corora's eyes widened in shock. "It's only getting stronger every second. You can't possibly let this go on!" Her voice rose in panic.
