Mal and Krinli

Under a dark sky, where it seemed the very sun of the world was collapsing, a colossal demon sat cross-legged, calmly staring into the flaming heavens.

Blasts of scorching heat waves continuously assaulted him, yet he remained unyielding, motionless beneath the blazing sky.

"To rise, I must fight him," the demon murmured gravely, eyes locked onto the dying star. "Yet, to fight him, I need strength beyond imagination."

Finally, he rose. With a simple snap of his fingers, the chaotic world froze, time itself halted. The exploding star above ceased its destructive dance, suspended in fiery stillness.

Step by deliberate step, the demon ascended, climbing higher into the frozen sky, until at last he reached the searing star.

"Calm," he whispered softly. His hands plunged directly into the flames, yet no harm befell him. Instead, the star began miraculously knitting itself back together, fragmented pieces merging gently into one radiant body.