The gauntlet slammed down onto the edge of the crater. The sheer, impossible weight of the hand caused the indestructible black glass beneath it to instantly spider-web and crush into fine powder.
*CRUNCH.*
Slowly, the rest of the nightmare pulled itself out of the mountain's core.
Sebastian's eyes widened behind his cracked porcelain mask. He had seen a lot of horrifying things in the Ethereal Plane. He had fought World Bosses, cybernetic juggernauts, and giant centipedes made of rusted server racks.
But the entity climbing out of the crater was on an entirely different level.
It was a giant, but not as tall as Prometheus. It stood roughly twenty feet high. It didn't look like a sleek, high-tech robot or a magical deity. It looked like a walking, apocalyptic tank designed by a psychopath who loved blunt force trauma.
