"Huh… it's not a Tyrant," Enzo sighed, eyes narrowing as he stared at the massive beast sprawled before him.
It should have been familiar. The frame was nearly identical—the hulking body, the stretched hide, the rows of long, serrated teeth still stained dark. Yet something was wrong.
Its eyes were empty.
Not lifeless—soulless.As if whatever once inhabited the creature had already been torn away, leaving behind nothing but an obedient shell.
A translucent screen flickered into existence before him.
[Batman]
[Rank: Great Terror]
[Special Ability: Deathly Vigor]
Enzo exhaled slowly.
"Great Terror… figures."
His gaze shifted from the corpse to the faint, pulsating shard hovering above it—a shipon. The object radiated a dull, nocturnal glow, cold and heavy in the air.
That shouldn't be possible.
