Northern carefully scanned the darkness as it began to shift and form into something.
A small frown creased his face, turning graver by the second. His hands clenched tight, greasy with sweat. His eyes burned with a dangerous light threatening to show no mercy despite his cautiousness.
The being slowly formed out of the darkness, towering like a monument to war. Its body was a grotesque canvas of limbs—dozens of muscular arms sprouting from its sides, each twitching with the tension of untapped strength.
Crimson eyes littered its skin, blinking, each one reflecting a different shade of madness, as though they witnessed realms beyond comprehension.
A jagged crown sat atop its weathered head, blackened as if forged in the depths of an ancient inferno of darkness. Its beard, long and silver, swayed like strands of mist in a forgotten forest.
