The Monster Domain [9]

Clinton stood among the rubble, his entire body cracked, shattered, barely holding together.

But he was alive.

The Behemoth?

Buried. Maybe dead. Maybe not. But one thing was certain…

It had lost.

And Clinton?

He had just survived a battle against a terrifying apex predator.

He looked around at the damage to his bastion, his supposed safe zone, now torn apart. A slow, dry chuckle escaped him.

“Well… guess I need to rebuild”.

But as he stared at the ruins, a new thought entered his mind.

‘If I could survive that…’

‘…What else am I capable of?’

…

Clinton rested for an hour, and then, he looked at the rubble.

He had survived, yes.

That alone was a feat no lesser monster could claim in the Monster Domain, but survival wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

As he stood amidst the rubble of his bastion, his bones cracked and fractured, his weapons chipped from battle, he knew that this wasn’t over.

The Dreadclaw Behemoth still lived.

And now, it knew his scent.