Unannounced, uncalled for, and unwanted, the Lustful Death bounded her way toward the group like a toppling mountain.
The sheer mass of her made the distance feel like a lie. She did not run so much as crash forward in great, violent bounds, and each landing felt like the world braced itself a heartbeat too late. Even before she reached them, her presence swallowed the space, a looming certainty that made every instinct in the body tighten.
And there was nothing they could do but watch as she was crushing everything in her way.
It wasn't only the trembling ground that warned them, it was the heat that rolled ahead of her, thick and suffocating. The sand hissed and snapped under her feet, fusing into glass that cracked and scattered in glittering fragments. The air tasted of scorched minerals, and the sound of her approach was a brutal rhythm: impact, fracture, and the thin, brittle chime of molten shards cooling too quickly.
