One of the giant babies took the head of the doll it was licking out of its mouth. This baby had only one eye still in its socket; the other had fallen out and was hanging by a thin thread of nerve. It dangled uselessly on its cheek as the creature shook its head, and a devilish smile stayed on the baby's face as it kept fondling its doll.
Then, as if sensing something, it turned toward the mouth of the canyon. On the edge of the cliff above, it saw the ronin of decay holding a really long sword on his shoulder like the omen of death. Dressed in black, his form emitted wisps of dark smoke that seemed to distort the very air around him.
But in the few seconds that this creature saw the ronin, it could see what looked like a massive mirage of a hooded figure behind him. This hooded figure was a skeleton that was burning with green fire.
