The ground beneath his bare soles began to vibrate. A deep, rhythmic thumping… heavy, slow, and utterly unhurried… approached .
THUD. THUD. THUD.
The bushes parted, and a truly monstrous beast stepped into the pale moonlight.
It was an Armored Blood-Bore, a solitary terror of the northern Orrath sitting solidly at the middle tier of Layer 3.
It stood nearly twelve feet tall at the shoulder, its massive, boar-like bulk easily exceeding four tons of pure muscle, thick fat, and dense bone.
Its entire front torso was covered in a natural carapace of overlapping, hard calcified plates, stained a dark, rusty red from decades of goring rival beasts.
From its lower jaw curved two massive, four-foot ivory tusks, serrated like saw blades and thick as tree trunks.
The Blood-Bore ignored the dead carcasses of the Stalkers and the bird. Its tiny, red-pigmented eyes were locked completely onto the glowing essence tornado down in the clearing.
