A bloated, monstrously large figure appeared in everyone's line of sight.
It was a giant, over three meters tall.
His body had completely lost its human form, becoming a constantly writhing mountain of flesh piled high with rotting meat, tumors, and pustules.
Its skin was a corpse-like grayish-green, covered in all sorts of unidentifiable, slimy mosses and fungi.
Countless fat, white maggots crawled in and out of the sores on its body, producing a skin-crawling RUSTLE.
Its left arm had been replaced by a thick, rust-spotted mining drill, its surface still stained with dark red blood and minced flesh.
In its right hand, it dragged a massive War Axe cobbled together from scrap mechanical parts.
The most nauseating part was its abdomen.
There, a massive, crater-like wound gaped open, its edges curling with putrid, granulated flesh.
Through the wound, one could even see its writhing, bacteria-infected innards and several fist-sized flies nesting within.
