'What the…'
In all of Mias's years, he'd never seen something so monstrous. So horrific.
It took a lot to scare the Reaper, but whatever that thing was, it was doing it.
Far off in the distance, looming over the ashy knolls and shrouded by dust storms, an abomination crawled across the land at a slow pace, its body as wide as the gorge.
If it stood up, its head would no doubt breach the clouds.
An amalgamation of multiple human and bestial limbs compressed and tied together into a carapace upon its back.
Its liquid black head took the shape of a star-nosed mole, while a multitude of black tendrils writhed from beneath the shell, dragging it along and displacing mountains of ash.
It didn't just look dangerous.
Mias was spared from the full brunt of its presence by the weird force containing the Lost Expanse, but he could easily tell a fallacy he'd committed…
'Hope and Despair.'
The beast way off in the distance, shrouded by the ashen haze, was as strong as those two.
