The dense forest was unnaturally silent, the air thick with an eerie tension. Rex Xander stood in the middle of a clearing, his cocky grin unwavering despite the very obvious problem he faced: twenty Medusas encircling him, their glowing green eyes fixated on him like a pack of hungry wolves. Each one was armed with razor-sharp claws, serpentine hair writhing as if alive, and an aura that screamed "instant death."
"Well, well," Rex said, cracking his neck and pretending to inspect his nails. "A welcoming committee? You shouldn't have. Though, for the record, I'm more of a 'one Medusa at a time' kind of guy. Too many snakes, and it gets... complicated."
Cronus, the ever-sarcastic voice in his head, chimed in with a mockingly enthusiastic tone.
"Oh, how quaint. Twenty angry Medusas and you, the great Rex Xander, master of bad decisions. I'd grab popcorn if I had hands. This is going to be delightful."
