Ryan balled his fist so hard his knuckles popped, staring through the visors of his helmet as the final pieces of his armour clicked into place. The metal faceplate slid shut, locking out the worst of the stench, but it could not block out the sheer wrongness of the thing before him.
The abomination stood like a monument to agony as it hauled its massive weight onto the cracked cobblestones, a towering nightmare with four mismatched arms of exposed muscle and black veins. Instead of skin, its torso was draped in a heavy, wet cloak made from thousands of flayed human faces, their mouths stitched open in a silent, endless scream. Where a head should have been, a deep vertical maw lined with circles of needle-thin teeth snapped at the air. Dozens of milk-white eyes twitched around the throat, blinking out of sync. Shards of black glass stuck out from its spine, weeping a smoking, burning blood that hissed against the ground.
