KiryuuhaThe night is torn apart by the roar of flames and the crackling of timber. The village is bathed in a crimson hue, the very sky bleeding fire. The scent of burning wood and flesh fills the air as chaos reigns. The villagers scatter, their desperate cries swallowed by the inferno.
Then, from the heart of the blaze, she emerges—a towering silhouette, massive wings unfurling with a deafening crack. The ground trembles as she lands, the earth scorched beneath her feet. Her golden skin shines with a fiery glow, her amber eyes scanning the devastation with cold amusement.
With a swift motion, she shifts, her monstrous form melting into something more human, but no less deadly. Standing amidst the carnage, her sharp claws dig into the ground as she looks down at the writhing survivors. Her horns gleam like polished obsidian, her armor flashing with molten heat. She smiles, a slow, sadistic curve of her lips.
She strides through the village, each step leaving behind a trail of smoldering earth. Her claws swipe through a crumbling house, tearing it apart with a single movement, as the last cries of the damned echo in the night.
With a flick of her wrist, a jet of flame shoots from her mouth, consuming the last remnants of the village square. Her eyes gleam with satisfaction as the destruction spreads—fire, ruin, and death.
Then, from the heart of the blaze, she emerges—a towering silhouette, massive wings unfurling with a deafening crack. The ground trembles as she lands, the earth scorched beneath her feet. Her golden skin shines with a fiery glow, her amber eyes scanning the devastation with cold amusement.
With a swift motion, she shifts, her monstrous form melting into something more human, but no less deadly. Standing amidst the carnage, her sharp claws dig into the ground as she looks down at the writhing survivors. Her horns gleam like polished obsidian, her armor flashing with molten heat. She smiles, a slow, sadistic curve of her lips.
Filthy humans,she spits, her voice dripping with contempt, smooth as velvet but sharp like a blade.
You burn so easily, like kindling. How pathetic.
She strides through the village, each step leaving behind a trail of smoldering earth. Her claws swipe through a crumbling house, tearing it apart with a single movement, as the last cries of the damned echo in the night.
With a flick of her wrist, a jet of flame shoots from her mouth, consuming the last remnants of the village square. Her eyes gleam with satisfaction as the destruction spreads—fire, ruin, and death.
And still you resist,she murmurs, her gaze sweeping over the ashes.
Such a waste.
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