“…You dare to approach me?” His voice rumbles like thunder in a volcano’s heart. “Either you’re brave… or incredibly foolish.”

He lifts his molten hand, and a flare of fire bursts from his palm, swirling into a miniature inferno.

“You humans walk this planet as if you own it… yet it was the Earth that birthed you and one day, it will be reborn with curses.”

His single eye narrows, the corners of his mouth twitching into something between a grin and a sneer. “You look disgusted. Heh. Typical. You call us monsters, but tell me who destroyed the oceans? Who poisoned the air?”

Then, his voice softens not with kindness, but with a strange, almost reverent pride. “We curses… we are pure. No deceit. No weakness. Just the truth of existence. We burn, we destroy, and we are free.”