In a realm where rage consumes all, a monstrous canine reigns supreme, an avatar of wrath itself. Its colossal form pulses with an inferno of fury, sinews bulging beneath fur that crackles with the energy of a thousand tempests. Eyes, twin orbs of searing hatred, blaze with an intensity that incinerates all in its path, pupils mere pinpricks amidst a sea of molten anger. Ears pressed flat against its skull, it emits a deafening roar that shatters the very foundations of reality, fangs like scythes of vengeance dripping with the venom of unbridled malice. Nostrils flare wide, inhaling the scent of impending obliteration, each breath a hurricane of boiling rage that scorches the earth. Coiled tighter than the coils of the most venomous serpent, muscles quiver with the anticipation of cataclysmic violence, every sinew a taut wire ready to snap. Against a backdrop of swirling infernos, lightning streaks the sky with savage ferocity, illuminating the apocalyptic scene with blinding, searing light. This is not just anger; it is a primal scream of annihilation, a relentless juggernaut of wrath poised to tear reality asunder in its fury
