Bellow the thunderous chorus of mighty Vesuvius! From atop the wavy wall of earth more than a mile high, its advent is being powerfully pronounced. A pitiful drop within the colossal cosmic cauldron. But in these lands, it is a fearsome force to be reckoned, capable of reshaping a nation for the worse.

Tremor and terror for the ears, the guttural booming tenor and bass it brings. Eyes fashioned from the fiery pits of the Underworld are leering upon the mud-smeared sky while prolonging this atrocious aria. Fingers, each the size of a man’s forearm, are curling in. Each bears a sharp claw, together nearly kissing one another from the stiff curving clench. Writhing nerves prod out from its stalwart coal-black hide, temples to thighs.

What volcano of violence boiling within this vile vocalist is excited to burst forth and bring the fruit of devastation without yield.

It is no god in graceful scale, but it breathes heartily a song of the storm, this creature aching for retribution. The people on the distant fields below with all their little troubles and petty squabbles dared to cross it. Not through direct confrontation with this hulking behemoth aloft two hooves, no, but harming one it dearly cares for. Terrible things have been done for love. If it is true for man, why not for a beast? This angered Goliath is beyond insulted that they left its friend battered and on the brink of death.

Soon, kindness shall be returned. No quarter shall be given. Their flesh, it will flay, perhaps feast on. Their bones will be scattered once crushed into chunks and dust. Their blood shall paint the walls and streets.

Its ear-splitting roar soon fades more than a quarter of a minute after it was freed. Peering Hell-spawned gems are eagles upon the prey by the hundreds. They better hope that their swords, spears and sorcery are enough. For when this slighted calamity from dark origins enacts its wanton will, the outcome shall be ghastly... gory... and glorious.

Onward into the air with an Olympian leap!
The Beast approaches to make woeful waves.
Its goal: v e n g e a n c e.