Chương 642: Victory

Erik cautiously advanced towards the fallen Crombo, the crunch of leaves and twigs under his boots piercing the forest's eerie silence. The creature, even in death, was a grotesque testament to the wild's unforgiving nature.

Its massive form sprawled across the forest floor, uprooted vegetation crushed beneath its weight. The scaly hide, which had once shimmered with a dangerous allure, now lay lifeless. 

Its once fearsome claws, sharp as razors, were now still. Their deadly dance ended. The reptilian eyes, which had glinted with predatory intent, were now glazed over in the finality of death.

The silence around the creature was oppressive, the forest holding its breath in the battle's aftermath. Even in death, the Crombo commanded respect and fear - a monstrosity that had once been the terror of the forest.