Captain Orpheus raised his gauntleted hand, and the Templars behind him parted.
What emerged from between their ranks made Nero's stomach turn.
The creature was humanoid in the loosest sense of the word. Its skin was bone white, stretched taut over jutting bones that pressed against the surface like they were trying to break free. It moved on all fours, its limbs bent at odd angles, with each joint popping and cracking with every lurching step.
The thing had no eyes. Where they should have been, there was only smooth skin stitched together with thick black thread that had been pulled so tight the flesh puckered around it. Its nose was nothing but two gaping holes in the center of its face, flaring and contracting with labored breaths.
Its mouth stretched from one side of its face to the other, a lipless gash filled with yellowed teeth that jutted out at random angles. Drool pooled at the corners and dripped in thick strands to the ground, sizzling slightly where it landed.
