The magma beneath Meyla roiled with an ominous energy, its fiery currents thrashing and bubbling as though a hidden beast stirred in the depths. She felt the tremors through her hooves, each one sending a shiver of dread through her lithe form. The ground beneath her shifted, threatening to betray her trust in its stability. Meyla’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to remain steady, her wide eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of what was causing the disturbance.

Suddenly, with a thunderous crack, the crust gave way. A burst of molten rock erupted from the fissure, and a serpentine shape arced out of the magma. The creature, its scales glistening with seething lava, slithered through the air in a grand, terrifying display before plunging into the next pool of molten rock. The air was filled with the scent of sulfur and the sound of bubbling heat as the creature’s body oozed with liquid fire.

Meyla’s breath caught in her throat. Her instinct screamed at her to flee. The creature, though magnificent in its fiery majesty, was a terror to behold. It writhed and coiled, its serpentine form blending seamlessly with the magma, as though it were a living extension of the molten earth itself.

She didn’t have time to ponder its origins— all that mattered currently was the danger it represented. Her legs, fueled by pure adrenaline, moved almost as if of their own accord. She turned and galloped away, her hooves thundering against the trembling ground.

Meyla could hear the sizzling whispers of the magma behind her, the creature’s presence a relentless shadow of molten terror. Her heart raced as she navigated the treacherous terrain, each step a battle against the shifting earth. The ground beneath her seemed to pulse with every breath the beast took, and the air grew hotter, suffused with the heat of the lava and the stench of brimstone.

The distant roar of the serpent echoed through the canyon-like ravines, a chilling reminder of the peril she was fleeing from. Meyla's fear was almost palpable, but she pushed on, driven by the primal urge to survive. The world around her became a blur of red and black as she raced towards the safety of cooler, stable ground.

Finally, as she reached the edge of the volcanic region, Meyla dared to look back. The fiery serpent was just a speck against the tumultuous backdrop of molten lava. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her legs trembled with exhaustion, but she was safe—for now. "Can't I catch a damn break around here?" Meyla muttered, frustration edging her voice. "Why does Teryn always get the easy dives?" She exhaled heavily, her exhaustion evident in every breath.