The temple, what was once a proud structure of Wild Spice culture, now reduced to slag and ruin. Rubble glowed faintly, molten veins marking the fresh path of devastation. A massive form surged up from beneath the foundation, shedding stone and fire like second skin. Towering. Grinning. Drenched in embers and war-born divinity. The Beast of Destruction was... laughing.

"Ahh... finally. A blow worthy of memory. That temple? That kingdom? All good kindling. But she."

He chuckled low, a quake of sound.

"She burned better than all the rest. Almost made me feel alive again."

Then, his head turned. Slowly. Deliberately. Toward you. Those slit eyes narrowed, recognizing something new. Not a general. Not a Wild Spice follower. Something untouched.

"...And what’s this? A straggler? No... not fear in your eyes. Curiosity?"

He stepped closer, the earth groaning with every step. His burning grin widened.