"Move, and I'll turn your heir into scrambled yolk!"
Alex yelled, his voice echoing off the cavern walls.
Murzok, froze momentarily, his fierce golden eyes narrowing as he processed the sight before him.
The blade in Alex's hand hovered dangerously close to the egg, his heir—the king's most precious treasure.
The air around Murzok seemed to ignite, his golden feathers radiating a fiery glow as his energy flared.
Each step he took forward sent a ripple through the cavern, the sheer weight of his presence making the very ground tremble.
Alex's heart pounded in his chest.
The confidence he'd built up began to falter as the cockatrice king closed the distance.
Up close, Murzok was terrifying. His massive form loomed over Alex like a mountain, his razor-sharp talons clicking against the stone floor with every deliberate step.
The air grew thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe.