The sheer force of it sent loose rubble tumbling from the city wall, cracks splitting further across the broken ground.
The sound wasn't just noise, it was pure, unfiltered rage.
My ears rang, my body tensed, and for a split second, I felt the pressure of his fury pressing down on me like a crushing wave.
He wasn't just angry, he was furious.
Furious that I had touched him.
It hurt his pride so much.
And then, he moved.
Not lumbering.
Not slow.
But fast.
Faster than something his size had any right to be.
His massive form blurred as he launched forward, the earth beneath him cratering from the sheer force of his acceleration.
Dust and debris exploded outward in his wake, a whirlwind of destruction following his every step.
His crimson eyes locked onto me, burning with a hatred that promised death.
Move!