In the midst of the cavernous night, the air thrummed with an ominous vibration, as if the very ground itself pulsed. Within the shadows, a figure emerged, draped in a swirling mix of crimson and obsidian hues.
Approaching a colossal cocoon, the figure spoke. "Hungry?" The cocoon responded with a low, unsettling groan that reverberated through the cave.
"Relax, it's not yet time to unleash chaos upon the kingdoms. Your feast will come, and why do you linger there?" The figure's words seemed to calm the restless cocoon amidst the continuing tremors that shook the ground.
A retort sliced through the tension, "You truly craft the most grotesque creations, Azrael."
