Suddenly, each egg quivered.
With a sickening crack of bone and a gush of viscous fluid, they burst open one by one. The shrieks that followed were not screams of pain—but declarations of hunger.
From each egg emerged a hulking beast.
They were tall and twisted, vaguely humanoid, but only just. Each stood hunched, with bloated torsos and long, gorilla-like arms ending in blade-like claws as long as scythes. Their skin—where it wasn't torn open or peeling—was smooth and leech-like, glistening under the faint crimson glow of the Womb.
The first, wreathed in an aura of Blood, dripped constantly from its claws and teeth. Its flesh pulsed with veins that beat like hearts of their own, and every step it took left bloody prints that hissed against the stone.
The second was the embodiment of Corruption. Its body oozed with black pus and green ichor, each breath a foul vapor that twisted the air around it. Its presence alone made the Womb's walls writhe in discomfort.
