Then, he saw it.
A monstrous figure thundered into view, its clawed hooves pounding like war drums, shaking the earth. This abomination—half-man, half-nightmare—was a twisted fusion of sinew, steel, and sorcery. Its lower body, a grotesque quadruped rippling with muscle, ended in hooves that shattered stone. A barbed, poison-tipped tail lashed behind it.
From the waist up, it looked broad, scarred, and brutal. Four arms wielded various weapons, including a rune-etched spear, a massive mace, and dark twin blades. Jagged gold and violet armour crowned its frame, making it both regal and infernal.
Its face, part-masked and horned, bore a teal mane that flowed like a war banner. Chains draped across its chest, adorned with glyph-marked skulls that glowed faintly in the dark.
The stench of blood and brimstone clung to it. With every heartbeat, the air thickened with dread.
Its weapons tore through human soldiers as if they were made of paper.
