The presence of the monster leader within the ravine brought a new wave of pressure that made Cain swallow hard, moistening his dry throat. His black pupils constricted as he took in the true form of the enemy that had awakened from its slumber.
Its body was clad in pitch-black iron, blending seamlessly into the darkness. The monster's upper body stood upright like a human's, with two elongated arms ending in massive pincers capable of slicing through even the hardest steel with ease.
Its lower body crawled along the ground, supported by eight sharp legs that clattered as they moved, each one stabbing into the earth as if acting on its own will.
Behind it stretched a long tail, a fusion of iron and cables wrapped in decaying flesh that pulsed with energy.
No, this wasn't the energy of life. It was the energy of death.
At the tail's tip was a razor-sharp stinger, black liquid dripping steadily from its point.
