The crocodile leader's roar tore through the swamp's tranquility, a release of pure fury.
Its massive body shattered the last of the vines as its giant eyes swept over the ravaged slope.
However, the tiny creatures that had stolen its offspring had already vanished deep into the dense forest.
All that remained in the air was the faint whimper of its captured young and the lingering scent of that human commander.
This was a humiliation it had never experienced in its long life.
In its mind, these two-legged, upright creatures were fragile and timid—snacks to occasionally add variety to its diet.
They would offer up sacrifices out of fear or flee in a panic at the mere sight of it from afar.
They were nothing more than an insignificant link in the swamp's food chain.
But today, this swarm of insects had not only stolen its child but had also hindered it with those ridiculous green vines.
The most unforgivable part was that commander who had remained calm from beginning to end.
