With every step, the ground did shake, As if the earth itself began to ache. His laughter echoed, a maniacal sound, As Ghastio Cracked Hot, his rage unbound.
His eyes, like hot coals, glowed bright red, As he cracked his knuckles, a menacing dread. The air around him seemed to writhe, As if it too felt his burning ire and spite. ghastio cracked hot
In the depths of Ghastio's twisted mind, A furnace raged, a fire left behind. Cracked and worn, his visage gray, He seethed with fury, night and day. With every step, the ground did shake, As