'Groooooooo!'
With roars followed by shaking trees, the Mighty Behemoths stampeded their way toward the Lava Mountain.
Their fury fully expressed by their powerful assault. The earth itself trembled, and the mountain shook in fear.
Out of nowhere, Landside appeared, alarming everyone that something big was about to happen.
The dust flew, forming small clouds, and a large mountain appeared in view. It was a dark mountain, with not even a blade of grass growing on it.
In this beautiful waterfall, lava was flowing from it. Alarming one to think twice before approaching it.
It was hard to believe some creature could survive here, but reality was often not limited to one's perception of reality.
Surviving was far off. A tribe was thriving here. They were one of the most feared races in this area.
