The roar shook the pillars, ripping chunks of stone from the ceiling. Winds surged outward, sending dust and debris spiraling like a sandstorm.
A thick, muscular neck extended from beneath the floating head, followed by a bulky torso surging into existence.
Then four monstrous arms burst out from its sides, each one marked with binding scars.
Within heartbeats, a towering abomination stood on the stair, its body overflowing with violent energy. The air warped around it, as if reality itself struggled to contain its presence.
A spiritual pressure equal to the ruin lord's, maybe even heavier, rolled across the hall.
Below, hardened soldiers dropped to one knee, trembling uncontrollably.
Even the ruin beasts recoiled, instincts screaming at them to submit or flee.
The silver-armored commander stared upward, sweat running down his temples.
