"What? You thought I cared about this war?" the Tier 3 beast said lazily, its voice rumbling like distant thunder. "It only started because your people stole from the poor girl."
Silence. Absolute silence fell over the battlefield.
Hakim and Forta stood frozen amidst the ruined desert, their breathing heavy, bodies battered and burned from the battle. Around them, molten sand bubbled softly while storms of smoke and dust drifted through the air. The horned beast began walking slowly toward Tunik while its massive body shimmered. Its colossal form shrank rapidly.
Lightning flickered around it as bones shifted and compressed. The gigantic beast transformed before their eyes into a six-foot-tall draconic wolf-like being covered in crimson fur streaked with white lines that glowed faintly beneath its skin. Four curved horns extended backward from its head while glowing purple eyes stared at Tunik calmly.
The pressure alone nearly made the sentinel collapse.
