The Siege of Mt. Nevermind

Casting his eyes down, Innova blinked stupidly at the blinding glow. And then he saw it—the red and black of the roiling surface replaced, only briefly, by something rising and diving and vanishing under the magma. Black and red as well, but solid and living…. The rising of a scaled back, of a monstrous thing surfacing for a moment. Innova’s breath fled him. He heard himself scream.