The air itself seemed to darken as Z'thraag lumbered across the land, his massive body dripping with oozing, corrosive acid that seeped from every pore. With every step, the ground beneath him hissed and boiled, turning from fertile soil to barren, cracked wasteland. Once-vibrant plants shriveled and blackened in his wake, and entire fields that had once been used to grow crops were reduced to smoking ash within seconds. The sickness spread quickly—people who lived in nearby villages could only watch in horror as the very earth beneath their feet turned to poison.
As Z'thraag approached, the air grew thick with the acrid stench of decay. The demon's body was grotesque—fat, bulbous, and twisted beyond comprehension, his single enormous eye staring out from a misshapen head. Acid constantly leaked from his body, sizzling against the ground, and any living thing that came too close died almost instantly, consumed by the deadly vapors that surrounded him.
