Behemoth down

Thick blood was splattered on every single white scale of the Behemoth's body.

A roar of utter pain and desperation reverberated through the surrounding area and eyes filled with shock and terror stared at the humongous body of the once powerful and mighty mythical creature.

"This…I'm not dreaming, am I?" Clark Mekaz asked, rubbing his eyes to make sure that he hadn't been caught in an illusion.

However, everything he saw right in front of him was nothing but the shocking truth.

Warm blood spurted out of tens of thousands of deep cuts that had been inflicted on the Behemoth. The blood rain poured down on a young man, who was calmly standing on top of the humongous mythical creature's severed head, his expression filled with utter excitement, joy, and the desire to kill more and more beings as powerful as the Behemoth.