In the Valley of Forsaken, a colossal aberration loomed over the devastated encampments of the Shadow Division. Its three pairs of eyes flared in silver hue, gazing upon those below it.
The Avatar.
It has four gargantuan arms, as erratic tendrils sprout from its back. The pale surface of its skin shimmered, capable of rivalling the strongest of alloys in the New World.
One would have mistaken it for Colossus, a long-forgotten Aberrant who met its end in the northern fringes of the continent.
But it wasn't that infamous Aberrant.
Otherwise, it would have been far larger at least, over two kilometers tall.
The gargantuan aberration towering in the valley was the Avatar of the Abominable, a combination of the monstrous pope and the rotting heart of the Colossus.
Damien looked at the Avatar and felt a strange sense of kinship. Whatever it was. There was no doubt that a correlation existed between them.
