Volcranax Is Too Big

E tightened her grip on her spear, golden light pooling at its tip. "What are you?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the unnatural stillness.

The figure didn't respond immediately. Instead, his grin widened—an impossible, grotesque stretch that split his face in half. It was as if his flesh would tear apart at any moment, revealing the abyss beneath. Slowly, his mouth began to open, distorting unnaturally as an eerie, hollow laugh spilled forth.

"Hhh-ha… Hhh-ha-ha… HHH-HA-HAAAAA!"

The laughter echoed through the ruins, each note grating and warped, as if a thousand broken voices were trying to harmonize. It twisted the air, sent shivers through Sylvia's bones, and made her wings tremble uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay standing, even as her legs threatened to give out.