The Gargantu's skin was a rugged armor of dark, polished rocks, streaked with glowing veins of lava that pulsed like fiery arteries, illuminating the surrounding forest.
Its eyes, three molten yellow orbs, reflected a primal fury as it towered on four massive legs equipped with claws as sharp as swords.
Fortunately, there seemed to be only one of these monsters.
Unfortunately, the monsters walking beside and behind it seemed even worse.
Faster, smaller, more lethal. And, above all, in great numbers.
A group of creatures known as the Filthy Swarmers advanced, slithering through the bushes.
These monsters were covered in black, slimy skin, with multiple red eyes that flickered like tiny flames in the darkness.
Each of their movements emitted a sinister hiss, as if the bones in their bodies were creaking.
But it was not their bodies. It was their mandibles, constantly in motion.
