The Monster Domain [10]

Clinton exhaled slowly, his sockets glowing with eerie satisfaction.

“Not so tough now, huh?”

He had done it. He had killed another apex predator, one that was vastly more terrifying than the previous one.

And now?

If it hadn’t already, now, the Monster Domain would know his name.

…

The Monster Domain was ruled by savagery, but it was also governed by unspoken laws of nature, one of which was simple.

Only fools steal from an Apex Predator.

When Clinton had killed the Screecher Fiend, smaller creatures had quickly swarmed its corpse, drawn by bloodlust and scavenger instincts.

But now?

Now, the monsters of the domain lingered at a safe distance, watching but not approaching. They dared not.

They could smell death, but more than that…, they could smell the executioner carrying the mandate of death.

The Dreadclaw Behemoth’s killer still stood beside its corpse.

And none dared to challenge him for it.