Most slugs were elemental, cute, or surprisingly tactical. The Lavalynx was none of those. It was a cataclysm with fur.
Shane stood on a rock ledge overlooking the Hydra. Kira was behind him, her Tormato ready for cover. lavalynx slugterra
The temperature in the cavern jumped two hundred degrees. The diamonds on the floor began to weep. The Lavalynx uncoiled with a grace that defied physics, its plasma-eyes locking onto Shane. It didn’t hiss. It roared —a sound like a kiln door being ripped off its hinges. Most slugs were elemental, cute, or surprisingly tactical
It was sleeping. And it was purring. The sound melted pebbles ten yards away. Most slugs were elemental
Kira stared, her jaw hanging open. “Shane… that was overkill.”
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