"Bollocks!"
The instant he sensed danger, Klaus, gripped by momentary panic, forcefully shoved his entire body to the side and rolled across the floor. A massive silhouette hurtled past his previous position and heavily slammed into the wall ahead with a resounding crash.
Needless to say, if he hadn't reacted in time, his chest would have been impaled on the spot. Fortunately, that wasn't how things played out.
Steadying himself, Klaus narrowed his eyes, focusing on the figure before him to identify his attacker.
The damn abomination was a nightmare — an actual Tyrant — resembling that of a rhino, sort of. The behemoth was at least five meters tall and clad in thick, black rock-like armor with its form bulging with raw muscle. Molten green veins pulsed beneath the surface of its armour, glowing ominously like liquid fire.
