Hydra

The Hydra does not die. Cut one head and two grow back, each more furious than the last. In the swamps of Lerna, where the air hangs thick with poison and the water runs black, the serpent waits — not sleeping, not hunting, simply existing as an engine of regeneration that has outlived every hero foolish enough to approach it. Clay Cyanide's Hydra captures the moment of maximum threat: all heads extended, jaws agape, the body coiled to strike in every direction at once. The scale work on each neck is individually sculpted — no copy-paste, no mirrored geometry. This is a creature that earns its place at the center of your table.