-Bang!
The Ember-Maw Basilisk, in all its sixty-foot, magma-scaled, horrifying glory, materialized on the empty area of the summoning circle.
"...!"
Its massive head lolled to one side, its six eyes still dark and lifeless, but its body was pristine, utterly intact.
-Tssssssss...!
The residual heat from its core immediately warmed the frigid air, causing wisps of steam to rise from its scales.
The silence that followed... was absolute.
Gromm, the ever-stoic orc, stood frozen, his prized scorpion venom sac forgotten.
His jaw, with two outgrown teeth, was slightly agape.
One of the junior butchers dropped a cleaver, the metallic clatter shockingly loud in the stillness.
"Ahem."
The orc slowly walked forward, his eyes wide with something beyond professional interest— this right there was reverence.
He reached out a thick, calloused finger and gently touched a scale on the beast's flank.
