The age of the fallen beast

Previously

…“Well done, Nibbles,” he said, his voice soft with genuine admiration. “Well done, indeed.” As the last of the dinosaurs vanished and the portal snapped shut, leaving behind only a strangely quiet and utterly bewildered world, a few confused velociraptors, their once-terrifying eyes now wide with a peculiar brand of existential angst, began to wander towards the nearest town. They’d heard the music, they’d felt the rhythm, and for some inexplicable reason, they felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to serve lattes. The age of the fallen beast was over, but the age of the caffeinated raptor had just begun.