Dust motes danced in the ethereal glow of Kukulkan's spores as they drifted through the crumbling temple. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy, a symphony of decay and nascent life. Ancient carvings seemed to writhe in the shifting luminescence, bearing silent witness to the titan's reign.
The ground trembled as Volcorg emerged from the volcanic vent, a symphony of grinding gears and hissing steam announcing its arrival. Its multifaceted eyes fixated on the horizon, glowing with malevolent intent. A wave of oppressive heat washed over the landscape, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and impending doom.