Comic book style An immense, nightmarish panther, its body a seething mass of black, violet, and cerulean flames, moves with silent yet terrifying grace towards the viewer. Its molten, fiery eyes burn with a hunger beyond the mortal realm, locked onto its target with an unwavering, deadly focus. Each step it takes leaves the ground scorched and broken, setting the jungle ablaze in spectral fire. Trees groan and collapse into glowing embers, their twisted silhouettes flickering against the unnatural inferno. Vines curl and wither in the unbearable heat, while the undergrowth ignites in waves, consuming the land like a creeping curse. The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and seared earth, distorting the very fabric of reality. The sky is an abyss, utterly black, devoid of moon or stars, offering no solace—only an endless void reflecting the destruction below. The beast’s muscles ripple beneath its flame- forged skin, shifting like liquid fire, its claws carving glowing trenches into the smoldering ground. Its growl reverberates through the choked air, a deep, primordial sound that promises death. With every slow, deliberate step, it closes the distance, a relentless predator in a world it has already claimed
