Ash continued to fall from the sky like snow, Zaroth was still lost in his mindless laughter. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, his laughter faded, eyes studying the magma serpent.
As if unbothered by his gaze, the beast lifted its head, eyes locking onto Zaroth's. Several seconds of tense silence followed until Zaroth parted his lips.
"Can you speak?"
It was a natural question. The serpent was a beast of the Mythic tier—just like Luna. If she had the ability to speak to him, then in theory, the serpent could as well. That was simply how beasts worked. Excluding his Mythic-tier beasts, the next strongest was Nightshade of the Epic tier. She wasn't able to speak just yet, but could, to some extent, convey her emotions to her master.
The mighty serpent flared its nostrils, letting out hot smoke. Its gaze never shifted from Zaroth. It tilted its head slightly, and then it spoke—directly into his master's mind.
'Perhaps.'
