A low, guttural roar, wet with the sound of saliva, echoed from the shadows in front of Ian.
Immediately after, a twisted figure crawled out from behind an archway.
The thing... was barely recognizable as humanoid. Its skin was a sickly gray-green, covered in festering pustules and overgrown tumors.
Its limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, its fingers long and slender, capped with sharp, jet-black nails.
It had no nose on its face, and its mouth was a gash that split to its ears, revealing rows of jagged, sharp teeth.
Within its eye sockets, only two balls of smoldering, ghastly green fire remained.
It crouched on the ground, on all fours like a beast, letting out a strange "HURK HURK" from its throat.
Its ghastly green eyes were locked onto Ian, filled with greed and savagery.
A Mutant.
According to the fragments of Li Xing's memory, these monsters were the nightmares of this world, and the most direct source of his fear.
