From the skies, the vast forest always drew his gaze. Its tranquil, unyielding presence inspired a sense of freedom within him. As if sharing his feelings, Marcus let out a thunderous roar that split the air.
As Michael and Marcus reveled in the moment, a colossal shadow rose to meet them. Its source was Aaron, one of the remaining warriors, astride the behemoth he had recently captured. Once a terror of the Drago Mountains, the massive beast exuded raw strength. Its earth-toned hide glistened in the sunlight, and its massive wings cast an imposing shadow over the battlefield as they unfurled.
The Behemoth flapped its massive wings, rising slowly into the air. Its clawed appendages shimmered faintly in the summer sunlight, emanating a strange combination of sacred majesty and brutal power.
