The closer it drew, the more details Cain was able to discern, and once the approaching phenomenon finally entered full view, shock spread through the heart of the Scarlet King and every warrior of the Alliance.
The storm advancing across the horizon was not an elemental phenomenon, nor was it some natural universal catastrophe.
It was something far worse.
It was a gargantuan amalgamation of flesh, rot, and agony, an abomination that should never have existed. Countless layers of malformed flesh twisted together into a monstrous mass that stretched across the sky like a living tempest, its body constantly writhing and mutating as if reality itself struggled to tolerate its existence.
Shrieks, roars, and screams of agony echoed endlessly from within its depths.
"ARGHHH!"
"ROOOOAR!"
"SHRIIIIEEK!"
