From above, a voice thundered, not spoken, but felt, searing into the marrow of every living being present:
"… Let's make it more interesting, O Dafient"
The land trembled.
From the heart of the Hollow Citadel's ruins, the ground split open, screaming like metal tearing. Rivers of molten greed, gold liquefied into venomous fire, burst upward in violent fountains. Out of the chasm rose a shadow that blotted out even the burning sky.
A colossal beast emerged, forged from the remains of Greed's fallen dominion and Wrath's boiling fury. Its body was a grotesque mountain of fused treasures and bones, as though every coin, jewel, and crown hoarded in the Hollow Citadel had been melted into flesh and hammered into scale. Its four arms dragged chains larger than castles, each ending in a spiked anchor that cracked the land wherever they struck.
