"So this is the world that I must destroy to revive Rukadvatta," a towering man, nearly ten feet tall, announced as he emerged from a black hole like vertical rift at the garden in front of the Victoria Memorial, Kolkata. The ancient monument stood behind him, its pale marble gleaming under the moonlight.
The humanoid monster wore a long shadow like robe, its standing collars reaching all the way over his head, framing his gaunt features. The insides of the robe pulsed with a sickening purple light, carrying the same vile energy that the beasts in the forest of Gumiho had emanated. His face, like that of every monster that had emerged from the rifts, was deathly gray, its features almost entirely obscured by dark, spiderweb-like veins that spread across his skin like cracks in dried clay.
In his one hand, he carried a dark grimoire, abyss like energy emanating from its leather bound cover.
