The winds howled around me, the storm intensifying as if in response to the beast's presence. My wings faltered momentarily, and I struggled to maintain altitude. My instincts screamed at me to leave, to avoid this thing at all costs. Yet, a strange sense of curiosity and dread rooted me in place.
What was this colossal being, and why did it feel like it was moving with purpose?
The creature's face emerged from the stormy waters, and for a moment, I wished I hadn't seen it. It looked humanoid, but in the most grotesque and nightmarish way imaginable. Its features were elongated and warped, as if stretched by some malevolent force. Its skin was pale and slick, glistening like wet stone under the flashes of lightning, and its sunken eyes glowed faintly—a sickly white light that pierced through the storm.
This wasn't just a monster. It wasn't some mindless beast. No, this was something far worse. It felt ancient, deliberate, and calculating. A devil, perhaps.
