The first head's scales burned with a constant inferno that radiated searing heat. The flames did not merely cling to her form—they were an extension of her being, a living, breathing firestorm that could consume entire worlds. Her eyes blazed with a hunger that could devour the very essence of existence, her fangs glinting like molten metal, ready to strike.
The second head was a force of nature that channeled the fury of the heavens. Her scales shimmered like the storm-tossed ocean, and lightning crackled along her spine, arcing from horn to horn with deadly precision. The air around her was alive with the sound of thunder, and her eyes swirled with the chaotic energy of a thousand tempests, promising destruction to any who dared oppose her.
