Chapter 8: Dark Dragon Awakens
The temperature dropped and Noah immediately knew that this was the closest he’d ever been to death. And if he did nothing about it, he’ll be entering the underworld in a few seconds.
Standing in front of him was an even more terrifying sight than the fire breathing wolf or flying octopus.
It was a minotaur.
The beast stood at a massive ten feet tall, its large bulk blotting out the light streaming from the top of the gorge.
The rough skin on its muscles were filled with old scars and a few fresh wounds that refused to close, as if the creature fed on its own agony.
Rising up from an incredibly thick neck and hunched shoulders was the head of a bull, its eyes burning a fiery red that saw not the world, but the prey that was in front of it.
Twin horns curled upwards from its head, painted with dried blood.
The air around it reeked of rot and as it snorted, steam blew out of its flared nostrils like the exhaust of a car.
This was death wrapped in flesh.
As the minotaur took a step forward, Noah realised that he wasn’t scared. In fact, what he felt made no sense.
Frustration.