Legacy of the Godslayer

Towering trees pierced the clouds, an endless sweep of green shrouding the entire sky. Moss carpeted the forest floor, and massive hollows gaped within the trunks—large enough to contain a person, or hold various items. Wildflowers and strange plants flourished everywhere beneath the canopy, each more peculiar than the last.

Seemingly docile creatures wandered leisurely among the trees, grazing in peace. Overhead, winged beasts glided and played, darting through the highest branches. Suddenly, a thunderous roar shattered the tranquility. Leaves whirled through the air, dust billowed skyward, and the lush undergrowth parted swiftly to either side as if a green dragon were racing nearer and nearer.

A herd of short-necked, wide-mouthed beasts galloped frantically, terror in their eyes. Pursuing them was a single colossus, easily twenty or thirty meters long, its body sheathed in dark green and black scales—a clear sovereign at the apex of this forest’s food chain. From its powerful hooves extended long, razor-sharp claws, each stride gouging deep into soil and wood, propelling the beast forward with explosive speed.

All at once, the monstrous predator loosed a deafening roar that echoed throughout the forest, setting branches and leaves shuddering in its wake. With a tremendous push from its hind legs, the beast launched itself into the air, soaring over the fleeing herd. It plunged down with lethal precision, claws flashing as they tore through flesh, sending a rain of blood spraying across the ground.

One hapless creature, unable to escape, was flu