"What the fuck?!"
Atlas's voice cracked out into the green forest, the lush land of the dark continent, shuddering with the echo.
His chest heaved, sweat sliding down his temple though no heat pressed on him here. His pupils tightened, shrinking like a predator's, the world narrowing to the impossible sight above.
{{{HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!}}}
The roar rolled like thunder, so deep it made the earth beneath him tremble. It wasn't just sound—it was a weight, a force pressing into marrow and blood. Atlas's eyes snapped up, his jaw going slack, breath caught in his throat.
A familiar serpent tore through the whiteness of sky. White scales like molten moonlight, each shimmering like steel dipped in frost.
The body stretched forever, too vast for his mind to map, and yet every coil burned into him like fire against bare skin.
A crown of horns jagged backward, like mountains uprooted and nailed into its skull.
