The very earth trembles when I walk, and all creatures flee before me.
My tail sways like a mighty redwood: my limbs are as tree trunks.
Carnotaurs skulk in the shadow of the redwoods. They hiss and growl as I pass, but I do not fear them. I fear nothing.
I am chief among the creation: none dare approach me.
The forests and fields bring me food: I am Dreadnoughtus, and all creation bows to me.
Out in the field, a raptor has brought down a young hadrosaur. The herd has panicked. Calves bawl for their mothers. I pay them no mind. They are beneath me: I am Dreadnoughtus.
I am he who stops the flow of rivers. I am he who devours forests: I am Dreadnoughtus.
It is night: birds and mammals hunt in the undergrowth. They clear out of my way as they hear me approach. I am dreadnoughtus and nothing stands in my way.
Night after night, I call out into the darkness, into the black void. There is no answer. No answering call. A shooting star streaks through the s