A deafening roar cut through Hiller's words, the sound reverberating across the battlefield and shaking the very ground beneath them. Malakai's head snapped toward the Rift just as the first of the larger monsters began to push against the fragile seal.
The creature that emerged was unlike anything they had faced before, a massive, grotesque form of writhing tentacles and glowing, malevolent eyes. Each tentacle oozed a thick, black ichor that hissed as it hit the ground, burning through the rocky terrain. Behind it, more shapes began to stir, their dark forms twisting and writhing in anticipation, like predators waiting to be unleashed.
