Legacy of the Beasts

Rise of the Titans

3rd person pov

In a destroyed city an enormous lizard-like creature lumbered forward, each heavy footfall sending tremors through the ground beneath it.

The dock ahead was within sight, but the creature's vision blurred as pain coursed through its massive body.

Its rough, scaly skin was marred with deep gashes, oozing dark blood that dripped onto the ground, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The green and brown scales that once shimmered with a slimy, almost alien sheen were now dull and battered, evidence of the brutal battle it had barely survived.

Its head, usually held high with predatory intent, drooped low as the creature struggled to keep its focus.

The wide, jagged maw, filled with sharp teeth meant for tearing through prey and enemies alike, was broken-dislocated from a powerful blow that had nearly crushed its jaw entirely.

With each labored breath, it coughed, thick blood splattering onto the ground.

The creature's narrow, glowing eyes flickered with a mix of pain and fury, their usual menacing gleam dimmed by the overwhelming agony.

"Ugh, everything hurts so fucking bad," it growled through gritted teeth, its voice a guttural rasp that echoed across the desolate landscape.

The words were laced with frustration and anger, as if cursing the world itself for inflicting such torment upon it.

The creature's tail, once a powerful weapon capable of toppling buildings, dragged limply behind it, its strength sapped by the injuries that riddled its body.

The muscular limbs that had once propelled it with terrifying speed now trembled with the effort to keep it upright.

Each step was a battle in itself, the claws that could slice through steel now struggling to find purchase on the cracked pavement.

As it reached the edge of the dock, the creature paused, its breath ragged and uneven.

It could feel its broken jaw slowly knitting itself back together, the pain of the process almost unbearable.

But there was no time to rest, no time to give in to the darkness that threatened to overwhelm its mind.

The creature knew it had to keep moving, had to survive, no matter the cost.

Gila, the last of the Titanus Gilagantis, staggered as she approached the dock, her massive frame towering over the remnants of the city she had fought so fiercely to destroy.

Her body bore the scars of a brutal battle-deep, searing wounds where two of her dorsal plates had been violently ripped away.

Blood still seeped from the open gashes, staining her dark green and brown scales, which had once glistened with a vibrant, otherworldly sheen.

Now, they were dulled by injury and exhaustion, a testament to the ferocity of her opponent.

The memory of Abrianna, the mutated ape, was fresh in Gigantara's mind.

Abrianna had been unlike any adversary she had faced before-an enormous gorilla whose size rivaled that of skyscrapers.

Abrianna's dark brown fur was thick and matted, her body sleek but powerful, with muscles that bulged beneath her rough exterior.

Her face, with its exaggerated features, had been a terrifying sight, and her glowing eyes betrayed a cunning intelligence.

Gila recalled the moment when Abrianna had used one of her own dorsal plates as an axe, cleaving through her defenses with brutal efficiency.