Three heads snarled in unison, each with a distinct form.
The left head was jagged, sets of ornate bone jutting from its mouth and brows, its breath exhaled sheaths of rolling ice blizzards.
The middle head was twice as large, bearing silver eyes like churning blizzards, seemingly dead with no emotion, yet ever watching. Icy flames burned out from its maw along with the steam of silver.
The right head twisted and hissed, sleeker with smoother horns curving back. Its mouth dripped with pale-blue venom that scoured the space, reducing it to cracks from a single touch.
When the Isha landed onto the ground, over a thousand Knulls were sent to their deaths, as the earth not only shook but shattered in an abyss, frost blasting outwards.
And from its throat, a second roar shook the entire world, followed by an outburst of three elements:
An Icy Firestorm seemingly hotter than the dying star.
Huge Tornadoes of spinning ice tall enough to split the sky.
