The forest held its breath as Arboros stirred. His bioluminescent veins pulsed with soft light, casting an eerie glow upon the twisted trees. The ground trembled beneath his roots, a silent warning to any who dared disturb his ancient slumber.
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.