"God"

A primordial, resisting as it was dragged along by those chains.  Smaller than the Ridgewell group’s had been, larger than the seven foot tall humanoid that Horace’s group had been putting together.

It spread membranous wings as far as it could with the chains that encircled it, then made a gurgling cry.  It was akin to a headless bird or bat, seemingly all muscle, its mouth a jagged tear, starting at one end of where the neck was supposed to be, slashing over toward the other side, then back over the shoulder.  Thin tongues snaked out and pushed against teeth that seemed more randomly placed than logical.

Bleeding Edge 8:16

This creature was four times the size it had been when it had left the building, streamlined.  It had learned how to break down the metals and wood that penetrated its flesh and battered its internal skeleton, and now it turned those metals into better protections.


Enemy Arc 9

The thing was headless, but its central column had something akin to ribs, which would have supported other parts.  He thought of it as a rack, almost, with a play on words as he thought of the familiar torture device, and of ‘wrack’ and its root words in middle low german.  To stretch, to reach.

It yawned open and apart, the individual spires, growths, and complex geometries of the rack like teeth in a wide open screaming mouth, a man’s ribcage opened up and splaying apart when he was being serviced in surgery or being tortured in inventive ways.

A crown lying on its side, its tines spearing in the Infante’s direction.

Enemy arc 18a