In the swirling mists of choking exhaust - in the midst of the raging forest fire, Jarek saw something pale and white skitter back and forth. It was tall - at least thirty meters and just as wide.
Dead men lay littered in the passage- slaughtered down to two men. The General sat with his back against the bags of sand, barely capable of moving. The scorching heat had deprived him of his balance and forced him to undress the silver plate, leaving him in his decorate, black uniform on the ground. Ahead of him, still with his bloody blades in his hands, stood the tall Ghast amidst a pile of dead men and monsters. He was dripping with hot, steaming blood, yet his breathing remained calm and collected - as if he hadn’t partaken in the fight at all.
With steady steps, he approached to watch as the smoke swirled around the massive projectiles shooting from the artillery to strike the beast. In his confused daze, the General likened the two monsters to one-another. One might have been fifteen times the size of the other, but they were equally as frightening - equally as unnatural.
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A fresh breeze blew through the field, momentarily stoking the smoldering ashes to produce new flame, but in the process baring the monstrosity.
Jarek would’ve retched had he had any fluids to spill. It was a beastly, pale monstrosity - as massive as he had first surmised, but ten times as disturbing.
All over its body, sacks of yellow fluids burst to shed its dead kin - stillbirths, born from within its arachnoid body.
Its skin was bubbling and forming blisters as big as the General himself. Its feet resembled that of a man, stuck to the end of thin, long legs roiling with subcutaneous life.
From the front of its thorax, a long, stiff neck was tipped with a face glistening with thousands of large eyes haphazardly grown in no pattern or shape.
Blood poured from the ivory growths on either side of where its jaw should have been, yet there were no obvious wounds to its thin, pale skin.
It took Jarek several moments to see the long, thin tubules floating in the air around the beast - tubules that shot out on a direct trajectory for the ground.
He squinted his eyes to see what it was doing, only for his narrow apertures to open as he saw the pool of the thick, black fluids on the dirt.
“Tell them to concentrate their fire on segments! Start with the back, move towards the head!” The madman shouted over his shoulder as he darted forwards - out into the field of death.