Dreadful Wisteria

The Six-Headed Hydra's laughter echoed through the void, shaking the space with a deep, guttural rumble. His massive, obsidian-scaled body radiated an oppressive force, his six-pair of crimson eyes gleaming with mockery.

Wisteria frowned.

She didn't like being looked down upon.

The Six-Headed Hydra's laughter suddenly died down. He unleashed his undulations but the spirit before didn't seem rocked at all, much less was swayed and drifted away. It instantly gave him so doubt as to how powerful it could be.

He harrumphed and opened all his six mouths and had a set of razor-sharp jaws that could tear apart anything it came across. Six balls of dark light glowed inside his mouth before their heads all simultaneously whipped and shot toward the spirit.

Wisteria still floated there, looking uncaring.