A towering figure over a hundred meters tall.
His entire body was covered in thick bone armor, each piece etched with countless battle scars.
The most striking feature was his head, resembling that of a fierce wolf.
But the muzzle was several times larger than that of a normal wolf, with three rows of serrated sharp teeth inside.
Each tooth was as sharp as a short sword, dripping with poisonous green saliva.
His arms were exceptionally strong, with muscles as hard as steel, covered in scars left by battles.
These scars were his pride, each one representing the glorious history of battles against formidable foes.
"Interesting..." Mogron watched as his subordinates were wiped out in an instant.
Instead of anger, he grinned with excitement, those sharp teeth glistening in the dark:
"That madman Nari seems to have found some new toy."
He moved his neck, the sound of bone grinding like thunder.
