The CutterSaurs were all elite-level beasts, incredibly difficult to deal with.
Each CutterSaur had two bone blades protruding from the sides of its mouth and two more from its ribs, making them resemble living saws. When they ran, these bone blades spun like deadly cutting machines, wreaking havoc with brutal efficiency.
Though only elite-level, their destructive power could rival that of hero-level beasts. Some beasts, during their evolution, awakened special abilities, and a rare few could even fight above their rank. This wasn't unheard of.
"Could the beast orchestrating all of this be an Alpha-level being?"
Orion stood on the high platform, gazing into the darkness, his eyes gleaming with thought.
It was dusk, but the light had already faded significantly. Only the giants and succubi of the Stoneheart Horde had night vision, while the Buffalofolk and Obsidian Golems would find their combat effectiveness diminished in the dark.
Roar!
