You are in the floodplains of South America, 228 million years ago.

The humid, sun-drenched plains of the Late Triassic trembled with the aftermath of a hunt. You were crouching behind several cycads, observing a Herrerasaurus having taking down a small rhynchosaur. It was panting, its serrated teeth stained red, preparing to take a massive bite from the ribcage.

Suddenly, a terrifying hiss shattered the stillness, sounding like escaping steam from a broken pipe. Both you and the dinosaur look up in front.

From the tall cycads emerged a nightmare: an adult Saurosuchus. Nearly 7 meters long and heavily armored with two rows of scutes, the rauisuchian walked on all fours, its body towering over the bipedal dinosaur. It wasn’t running; it didn't need to. It was the top predator of the region.

The Herrerasaurus froze, its small body shuddering. The Saurosuchus, massive and possessing a crushing bite, moved forward with agonizing slowness, its head—nearly as long as a person—lowered. It didn't strike immediately, simply using its bulk to force the Herrerasaurus back. With a frustrated click of its serrated, steak-knife-like teeth, the Herrerasaurus hissed back one last time before leaping away into the ferns, abandoning its prize.

The satisfied Saurosuchus lowered its massive jaw, grabbing the carcass, tearing off huge chunks of muscle, as you continue to observe from afar, witnessing this fleeting moment of a stolen meal by a supreme apex predator...