The sky trembled as Zerathul's scream deepened into a soundless pulse that seemed to shake the fabric of existence. His torn flesh writhed and then reforming itself into grotesque shapes as streams of silver-black essence seeped from his wounds.
The necrotic veins beneath his surface pulsed violently and spread through his body. Then, his body convulsed and the space around him cracked.
From the fissures of time and void, dark portals burst open one by one. Countless abominations spilled forth from them.
Some of them were winged beasts with skin like corroded metal and eyes glowing with souls that Zerathul had trapped there long ago. The others slithered in the air in their long serpentine body that formed from shadow and bone. The creatures howled with an echo that defied the natural world.
They flooded the sky in every direction.
Eccar's jaw tightened as he saw the tide forming.
