Kael blinked. Coughed. Cleared his throat.
"…Well. Now he's one with nature."
As the chaos reached its peak—between flying limbs, spellfire, and Kael's questionable motivational speeches—some people were about to say something.
Maybe curse him.
Maybe praise him.
Maybe both.
But then—
A sound shattered the battlefield.
A deep, echoing cry—so vast and ancient it seemed to come from the bones of the world itself.
Every voice went silent.
Every beast froze.
Even Kael stopped breathing for a moment.
Then came the trembling.
The ground groaned—soft at first, then stronger. Stones rattled.
Flames flickered. Tents collapsed under their own weight.
From the far side of the woods, something moved.
No—tore through.
Trees cracked. Roots snapped. The air itself seemed to recoil.
And then it emerged.
A monster the size of a fortress, twisted and unnatural. Dinosaur-like, but wrong in all the ways that mattered—
Its flesh pulsed with black veins.
