The shapes emerged from the mist one by one. Their were grotesque beasts that made even the seasoned fighters among them tense up.
Their bodies moved with a heavy wet sound, their grey wrinkled skin slick and they have no fur.
At first glance, they resembled lions, but then the details became clearer under the trembling light.
Each creature's broad shoulders carried not just one head, but several. A lion's snarling face dominated the center, its jaws dripping saliva and teeth bared in bloodlust.
But flanking the lion's head were thick, sinuous snakes head. Their heads just as large as the lion's, hissing and weaving, their fangs glinting in the half-light.
From their backs trailed thick snake tails, whipping and curling through the fog like living whips. Their eyes — every head, both lion and serpent — glowed an eerie green that cut through the mist like poison light.
Eccar's heart clenched the moment he saw those eyes.
That green glow feels familiar.
