"GRAAAAAAWHHHHHHHHH!"
The earth rumbled beneath the thunderous roar as Alex stood motionless, eyes locked on the monstrous minotaur in front of him.
His expression didn't flicker, calm, focused, and utterly unshaken.
A storm of bloodlust and chaos swirled around them, yet Alex's gaze never wavered.
Towering at nearly seven meters tall, the [Chief of Minotaurs] was double the size of a standard warrior of his race.
Muscle-bound arms the size of tree trunks flexed as the beast stomped forward, veins bulging, fur bristling.
The sharp curve of his black horns shimmered with blood.
The air around him burned with fury, radiating the unmistakable pressure of someone driven by both duty and madness.
Looking at the monster before him, Alex couldn't help but briefly remember another minotaur he had once fought, Clovox, the one who had appeared during the [Dragon Bloodline Trial].
He didn't know if Clovox had survived the collapse of that realm.
Frankly, he didn't care.
