Warlock Ch 56. Use All Your Tools!
Damian's heart pounded in his chest as the three servants advanced, each one towering over him with an intimidating presence. They were monstrous, easily twice his size, and each step they took shook the ground beneath them.
Peril was a sleek, shadowy figure with a massive, muscular frame. Its black fur seemed to ripple with darkness, and its three glowing eyes fixed on Damian with a menacing hunger. Sharp claws gleamed under the dim light , and a faint aura of terror hung around it, like a nightmare given form.
Onyx was even larger, covered in jagged, obsidian-like armor that glinted ominously. Its body was built for destruction, with thick, clawed limbs and a mouth filled with razor-sharp fangs that dripped with corrosive venom. Black mist seeped from its nostrils, giving it an even more terrifying appearance as it stalked toward Damian.
