From Goody's belly came a low, hungry rumble — a deep, thunderous growl that seemed to vibrate the air itself. The sound rolled through the wind like the stirring of a sleeping volcano. Then it came — the glow. It began faintly, a ghostly shimmer in the pit of his stomach, but quickly grew brighter, spreading upward through his massive chest like veins of liquid sapphire.
The blue fire climbed higher — to his neck, his throat — until it reached the edges of his jaws. For a heartbeat, Goody's whole form pulsed like a star ready to explode. Then—
**"Blurghhh!"**
The explosion of flame that followed was not just fire; it was **fury** made visible. Thick, raw, and radiant, the flames poured out of his mouth in torrents — blue, wild, and streaked with lightning that coiled through them like living serpents. The air sizzled. Every blast was laced with thunder, every streak of lightning an angry god's lash.
