The Chimera roared, not as a mere beast, but as an ancient force born of calamity itself. Its massive head snarled with fury, vibrating intensively while releasing a distorted echo that sent tremors cascading through the atmosphere. A lion's head bared molten fangs, its crimson mane dancing with embers. Opening it's mouth to an unbelievable angle, it pulsed with shifting sinew, its maw dripping void essence.
It rose to its feet, towering over the trio with thunderous steps that fractured the arena stone. The reinforced coliseum—designed to withstand the wrath of dragons—shuddered with every movement of the creature. Veins of chaos energy pulsed along its limbs, and a ring of distortion coiled around it like a living storm.
No elemental force resonated from its aura. No mana. No spirit energy. No divine essence. It was something purer, older. Something raw.
Chaos.
