The ruins of the three collapsed buildings seemed like a temporary coffin for the massive creature. Dust still danced in the air as the ground trembled slightly—a sign that the monster wasn't dead yet.
From within the dust, the figure slowly stood. A towering body, over three meters tall, with steel-hard muscles and grayish skin marked by burn scars and gashes. The remnants of rage flickered in its blood-red eyes. Its jaw clenched tight, and its growl echoed like thunder in the night sky.
The Tyrant.
He stared at Sylvia—the small creature who had just thrown him like a doll. His eyes flared red, his jaw locked, and both fists clenched so tightly that his bones cracked. His breath was heavy, as if his lungs were filled with lava.
Then he charged. Like a bull gone berserk.
SWUSSH!!
His right hand flew with tremendous speed, tearing through the air. A small sonic boom followed as his punch broke the sound barrier.
BANNNGG!!
