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At first, the being's flames only towered like mountains. But then his body began to change.
His molten skin cracked apart, splitting with the sound of grinding stone as rivers of fire poured from within.
He inhaled deeply, and with that breath the atmosphere itself trembled. Clouds spun into a vortex above his head, then burst apart as if unable to exist near him.
The world tilted. No—he was growing.
Every beat of his heart was like a volcanic eruption, each pulse forcing his frame higher. From mountain-sized to continent-sized, his body surged upward, piercing the stratosphere.
His shoulders broke through the cloud layer, scattering storm fronts with a single shrug. The sun paled against his brilliance.
Entire mountains trembled, avalanches cascaded down icy peaks, and the frozen oceans cracked as steam hissed upward. His flames stretched higher than the clouds, a living inferno that bent the sky into a furnace.
