Combine half a dog and a goat's head, the body bore a buffed torso, four arms, legs parted evenly into eight limbs, each exhale brought greenish fumes over the already decrepit singular landscape. Floor one till floor fifteen, the scape never once changed, barren land kept inside a humongous huge area, tall ceiling and longer crusted ground.
"Human," escaped from the beast's mouth, or what would be called its mouth, on closer look, the latter was naught but a slit in the tangled mess of an evolution, "-why persist. The battle is lost," an army of similarly shaped ghouls broke through the walls and ground, the pressure increased ten-fold.
