Kiliaen, her instincts sharp and senses heightened, observes the colossal worm, Arthur, emerging from the molten chasm. The guide's growl sets the tone for the impending battle, a challenge that must be confronted to secure their escape. With focused determination, Kiliaen locks eyes with the glowing worm as it looms closer. As Arthur's head lowers, Kiliaen seizes the opportunity, a dance of timing and precision. Her agile form weaves through the chaotic atmosphere, conscious of the sputtering lava and anticipating the worm's screeches. The air crackles with tension as Kiliaen positions herself, muscles tensed and ready to strike. In a moment of synchronization, she lunges forward, teeth bared and claws extended.
