Lyerin stood tall upon the statue of the Stonehooves Tribe, his figure casting a long shadow in the waning light.
"Heh!" he sneered.
The Minotaur, now gargantuan and filled with rage, was prepared to destroy everything in its path, and Lyerin could see its massive body shaking with fury.
The ground beneath it trembled, and the roar that escaped its monstrous maw echoed through the valley.
Dust kicked up as its hooves slammed into the earth, and the eyes of everyone in the tribe were locked onto the beast.
Without warning, Lyerin leaped from the statue, soaring through the air with grace that belied the danger of the situation.
As he flew toward the towering Minotaur, the beast raised its immense club, muscles bulging as it prepared to deliver a devastating blow.
