Regnare and his team froze—caught between awe and terror—as the roiling cloud above them twisted into something unholy.
From its churning mass emerged a towering monstrosity, nine feet of primal dread made flesh. Its fur was a pitch-black void that seemed to absorb light. Two deep crimson eyes, slitted and burning like coals in a dying fire, pierced through the haze with an otherworldly malice.
The creature was a grotesque hybrid—part yeti, part gorilla, but far more sinister. Thick cords of muscle rippled beneath its coarse fur, each movement exuding raw, savage power. Its clawed hands, long and jagged, shimmered with dark energy, while glowing blue runes pulsed like veins of frozen fire along its forearms and shoulders.
Two long, spiraled horns jutted from its skull—sharp and obsidian—twisting backward in a nightmarish arc as if forged in some infernal crucible.
It didn't roar. It simply breathed—and that breath, heavy and hot, made the air itself feel wrong.
