Silence. Absolute silence blanketed the forest in the wake of the beast's triumphant roar, a sound that seemed to mark the land itself with its dominion. The echoes of its victory faded, leaving only an oppressive stillness that pressed down on all who remained. Trees swayed weakly, their battered forms bearing witness to the destruction wrought by the battle. The air hung heavy with dread, thick with the aura of a ruler who had claimed its throne.
It was undeniable now—this beast was no mere creature. It was a Tyrant.
How ironic, Lamair thought faintly as consciousness slipped from his grasp. A Tyrant had fallen to another Tyrant so effortlessly. He had fought, yes, harder than he ever had in his life, pouring every ounce of his strength and will into the battle. But in the end, it wasn't enough.
The beast had utterly crushed him.
