The Sphinx moved forward with a regal grace, each step deliberate, like a king descending from a throne. The ground trembled beneath its massive paws, yet there was an eerie softness to its movements, a predator's balance of power and poise.
It stretched languidly, like a cat savoring the moment before a hunt, then lowered itself onto its haunches with a weight that seemed to make the world hold its breath.
Its crimson eyes gleamed, alive with a cruel intelligence that pierced through Rex like molten iron.
A slow, predatory grin curled across the Sphinx's face, more than a smile, it was a declaration. A silent promise that this moment belonged to it, and Rex was just another flicker of mortal existence, waiting to be extinguished.
"Long have I waited for a mortal with a mind worthy of my riddles," it intoned, its voice carrying a chilling authority that seemed to settle deep into Rex's bones.
