Chapter 814

For someone who’d adored dinosaurs since childhood, seeing a real, living dinosaur with his own eyes was nothing short of a reality-shattering miracle.

And when that dinosaur actually started to move—revived under the control of precision instruments, gradually showing signs of life—the shock of it all was enough to make a man’s nerves tremble.

Karl held his breath in the shadows, eyes locked on the triceratops Biotechnica’s researchers were cautiously releasing into the center of the bio-dome. His pupils were dilated from a mix of excitement and inexplicable joy; even his breathing had gone light as dust, as if the slightest disturbance might startle this slowly awakening relic from a prehistoric age.