From the thick, black smoke rising out of the volcano, a figure began to emerge—threatening to annihilate any who dared invade its territory.
A colossal, sinister creature, its sleek body covered in obsidian-like black scales. Below them ran glowing orange veins, reminiscent of flowing lava beneath a volcanic crust. Its eyes burned a fierce molten gold, and smoke constantly escaped from its nostrils as if the mere act of existence was enough to burn the atmosphere to a crisp.
It rocketed skyward like an arrow. In mere seconds, its massive silhouette stretched fully into view, a monstrous form spanning nearly a kilometer in length.
As if guided by an external force, its head moved with terrifying precision, golden eyes scanning the landscape below—until they locked onto Zaroth, who stood frozen, staring up at the mythical beast with wide, stunned eyes.
