"Roar..."
These demons stood nearly three meters tall, their bodies covered in festering sores and pus. They flaunted patches of short mane hair on their lanky skeletal frames.
They had pallid goat heads with arched massive horns, cold double eyes, and lips dripping with sticky saliva, bristling with the fine needles of teeth.
Those serpentine tails twisted behind them, ending in a clump of entwined metallic spikes.
Despite their emaciated forms, these beasts brandished spiked forks that seemed far too large for their size with an unsettling elegance.
"Bazut Demons..."
George clutched his rifle tightly, murmuring with a solemn expression.
He had seen these demons in the internal intelligence of the Empire; they existed as heavy infantry in The Abyss, reveling in slicing open flesh and spilling robust blood.
But that alone was not what made George so tense.
