Andrewsarchus

Andrewsarchus walked the open plains of the Resurgence with a skull so

massive and jaws so powerful that the ground itself seemed less permanent

in its presence. It was one of the largest land predators the age of mammals

would ever produce — long-bodied, heavy-headed, with teeth built not for

slicing but for crushing. Bone. Shell. Cartilage. Anything with structural

integrity met its end between those jaws. Andrewsarchus did not specialize.

It ate whatever it could catch, whatever it could scavenge, whatever it

could bully away from smaller predators. It was the brute of the Resurgence

— not elegant like Smilodon, not patient like Titanoboa, but relentless in

a way that made elegance and patience irrelevant. The plains were wide and

the competition was fierce, and Andrewsarchus answered every challenge the

same way: with a bite force that made the question academic. Subtlety is

a luxury. Andrewsarchus could not afford it, and did not want it.