The ground quaked again.
Dust and tiny cracks spread across the broken pathway as something stirred beneath.
The group instantly jumped in separate directions.
A fissure tore open and something began to rise.
At first, all they could see was darkness. It was oily, shifting, and dense.
Then it congealed into shape, and a creature emerged.
And the moment Corey saw the creature, his eyes sharpened instantly.
'I didn't expect that.'
The creature was twisted and wrong, just like every other creature they had encountered in the Dying City.
It looked almost human at the top, but only in the vaguest sense. Its torso was long and thin, and it was unnaturally stretched.
Its arms dangled far past its knees, with joints bent at odd angles, and its skin looked like scorched parchment, as if it had been wrapped too tightly over something else.
Its fingers were elongated, sharp, and constantly twitching.
Its head had no face.
No eyes.
No mouth.
