As the smoke from the explosion began to settle, the shattered earth hissed with embers and warped heat. Amidst the cratered terrain, something moved, a heavy, dragging shhhhk sound cutting through the fading echoes of destruction.
Out of the swirling dust stepped a demon unlike any other.
Its skin was a shade of ashen gray, stretched taut over a hulking frame carved with dark, pulsing markings that weaved like corrupted veins across its body. Its face was broad and square, the jaw heavy like a stone block carved from malice itself. Four jagged black horns jutted outward around its glowing red eyes, two on each side, twisting like ancient blades carved from bone. Its armor was deep black, dull and scarred, shaped not by design but by carnage, welded into its body as if the demon itself was a weapon forged in war.
