The ground rumbled under my boots, the lake trembling like something massive was waking up beneath it.
"Uh... is this supposed to happen?" I asked, my voice pitching higher than I liked.
Before Creation could answer, the water exploded — and something gargantuan straight out of a fever dream dragged itself into the open air.
It had four neon green eyes — yes, four — all glaring at us from a bulbous, warty head. A jagged red mohawk bristled along its back, and its limbs, long and twitching like a giant spider's, clicked against the rocks.
Worse yet, a blade-sharp nose jutted from its face, and two massive fangs curled up from its jaw, matched by another set stabbing downward. Its tongue — gods help me — slithered around like a snake on too much caffeine.
And then it spoke.
Its voice was a broken record of male and female tones crashing into each other, grating against my eardrums.
The creature let out a guttural, broken howl —
"Deeestroyyy... must deestrooyyy..."
