As the dust settled around the newcomers, Spark's eyes widened in recognition and fear. The presence that emanated from the figure at the forefront was unmistakable. She had heard tales of this being—stories filled with terror and despair.
There was no mistaking the towering, grotesque figure now before them. It was Abomination, a name whispered in dark corners and feared by all who knew of it. His massive frame, muscular and menacing, was an amalgamation of twisted flesh and sinew. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the group with a malevolent glee.
Peter, sensing the growing threat, barked orders to his soldiers. "Open fire! Take them down!" The command echoed through the tense air, and the soldiers, well-trained and disciplined, responded instantly. They raised their weapons and unleashed a barrage of bullets aimed at the figures that had descended upon them.
