Balrog. Imagine, if you will, a being forged in the crucible of chaos, its form a melding of flame and shadow, a manifestation of primordial dread given shape. Picture a towering figure, cloaked in billowing smoke and engulfed in flickering flames that dance with an eerie grace, casting sinister shadows upon the cracked and desolate landscape it traverses. Its massive frame, clad in scorched armor adorned with runes of ancient malice, exudes an aura of malevolence that chills the very air around it. Atop its horned helm rests eyes of searing fire, burning with an intensity that pierces through the darkest depths of the abyss. From its gaping maw, a roar echoes like thunder, a primal scream that heralds doom and despair to all who dare to oppose it. Its whip-like tendrils of flame lash out with deadly precision, leaving naught but scorched earth and shattered hopes in their wake.
