Comic book style From the pitch- black void of a starless, moonless night, a titanic figure emerges: a colossal American bison, its form sculpted from dancing flames of black, violet, and electric blue. Its body, a fusion of fire and shadow, moves with unstoppable force, making the earth tremble with each massive step. Its blazing mane surges like an ocean of living embers, crackling with primal energy. Its breath releases waves of searing heat, setting the surrounding vegetation ablaze. Every stride leaves a trail of devastation, the jungle consumed in spectral- colored flames, while ashes drift like fireflies in a doomed world. Its eyes, two scorching stars, gleam with inhuman fury, illuminating its untamed visage. Its horns, forged from solid fire, seem sculpted by gods of destruction, radiating with an otherworldly glow. As it moves, the air warps from its scorching heat, shadows twisting around it. A deep, thunderous roar reverberates through the darkness, a fiery thunderclap that heralds impending annihilation
