"Are you a crocodile or a Lava Mountain!?"
Ryuk's amused voice rang through the air as he stepped down to the ground, 20 meters before the crocodile, which had now transformed into a living lava mountain.
Every scale on the creature gleamed with the rich lines of lava that coursed through its body, causing molten streams to spill over its form, turning it into an oozing, fiery colossus.
Even its eyes dripped with searing lava, while the ground beneath it blackened and cracked, sizzling into a molten ruin with every passing second.
Its claws, infused with the burning lava, scraped against the scorched ground as it crawled forward, its predatory gaze locked onto Isha and Ryuk—eyes filled with a cunning, serpentine glint.
"You... Foolish!"
"You... Die!"
The growl that followed carried an immense pressure, the strongest Ryuk had ever experienced.