Ashiro crouched low behind an outcrop of jagged rocks, his sharp eyes fixed on the surreal procession of sleepwalkers. The line stretched endlessly, and as he moved further into the volcano's interior, the heat became oppressive, the air thick with sulfur and ash.
The light of the molten lava streams illuminated the cavern, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls. It was then he saw it—the creature responsible for this grotesque scene.
At the base of the volcano, in a pool of molten lava, stood a Kaiju unlike anything Ashiro had ever encountered. Its massive form radiated an intense orange-red glow, its body seemingly an embodiment of volcanic lava and molten rocks. Streams of lava coursed through the cracks in its armor-like exterior, and thick, jagged spines of obsidian jutted out along its back. Its glowing eyes pulsed with an otherworldly rhythm, casting an ominous light over the cave.
