Enel sauntered forward, his hands tucked casually in his pockets as though he were taking a leisurely stroll through a serene park. He tilted his head back and whistled a jaunty tune, the sound echoing eerily through the molten chamber. As his steps brought him closer to the throbbing, grotesque tumor on the core, something shifted.
The fleshy mass shuddered violently, a series of cracks forming across its uneven surface. Then, in a sickening display, wet, bulbous eyes began to push through its outer layer, oozing a viscous fluid as they emerged. The eyes rolled wildly for a moment, their movement frantic and disjointed, before locking onto Enel.
He paused, raising a hand in a playful wave, his face splitting into a disarming smile. "Hi there," he greeted, his tone as relaxed as if he were meeting an old friend.
