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- Clad in armor black as night, the unholy titan takes its first steps. Its broad, serpentine skull
- full of jagged metal teeth hisses with foul green breath that settles like a cloying fog,
- sinking to the earth near its knees which stillstand taller than a man. The thing's armour protrudes
- jaggedly as if nailed on haphazardly by a sadistic mind, covering everything except for its hands and
- its massive draconic head. Whatever creature's skeleton the Black Sun used to forge the monster,
- they spared no piece. Its former tailbones, plated in the same black steel as its armor, line
- the barrel of a rifle taller than the nearby belltower, built into a blade that oozes the same
- miasma of death which pervades the creature's body it drags across the earth, sundering stone
- buildings as if they were made of cards.
- As the beast turned, roaring its triumphant birth to the heavens with another billowing cloud of
- pestilence erupting from it's glittering maw, a coffin can be seen mounted between its shoulder blades
- bearing the mark of the Black Sun, with five chainmail-coated pipes spanning out to the creature's
- eye sockets, through two armored spigots in the armor near the ribcage, and under the base of its skull.
- Worse, however, is the fleshy purple parasiteattached to where a normal tail would have been;
- a length of blended metal and muscle that leaves smouldering trails of filth wherever it passes or
- touches the earth, with a pair of long blade-clawed arms latched onto the titan's shoulders for
- stability. A trio of greyish, semi-human torsos protrude near the head of the parasite, their arms
- reaching out and terminating in long bony spines that orient to anything that moves within sight.
- In the streets and the square people flee for their lives. Watching the fleeing living, the undead
- monster that is Vernichtung raises its weapon with one hand, and casually slices through entire city
- blocks. Swinging left and right, the screams of the dying are only outmatched by the screams of the
- living. A few poor souls try to run past it, and flee behind the creature, but find no salvation.
- The grey torsos upon the unliving parasite-tail eyelessly sight their prey, raining the few dozen
- survivors with harpoons of bone that grow back almost as fast as they fire.
- A trio of survivors stumble, only able to stare horrified at the faces of those around them, frozen in
- the rictus of death as they bleed out, pinned to the street like butterflies on a corkboard.
- Their moment of hesitation ends gruesomely as the sentient tail lifts its mass, and crushes their frail
- forms into the stone, smearing to and fro the dead forms until only a red jelly fills the square where they had died.
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