A huge B-ranked minotaur collapsed against the jagged rock face with a thunderous impact that shook the ground beneath it.
Dust and fractured stone burst outward in a wide ring as the colossal body slammed down, its massive weight pressing cracks into the terrain.
The monster's jaw had been completely dismantled, not torn apart by claws or sliced by a blade, but crushed inward by a single, overwhelming ramming force that had struck it directly in the face.
The Minotaur's eyes were still open, frozen in disbelief.
Moments earlier, it had charged forward with absolute confidence, believing that its size, strength, and rank placed it far above anything it could encounter in this forest.
It had roared in challenge, lowered its horns, and committed fully to the attack.
That confidence had cost it its life.
Smoke slowly rose from the broad, clenched fist of Prince Gaelion as he stood over the corpse, his arm still extended from the punch he had delivered.
