The East PacificBoard

A sickly smell ran through the air, heavy whumps forming a drumbeat as the massive creature staggered. Blades that could crush a skyscraper fell from the sky while it reeled, foul interior exposed to the air. Like the scream of a dying beast, a screech went through the air, three heads whipping about in rage as shell after shell impact. The Sierrans were slowly but surely, killing the foul creature, its hordes of beasts slowing as their desperate efforts to beat back their repulsive attacks worked.

Like nails on chalkboard, it roared again, shuddering as cruise missiles slammed into its flank, spraying soft flesh and hard bone in a dark cloud into the air. The color, and all the vivid blood, smells and sounds of the world, returned as its sank slowly towards the ground. An eruption of debris rose from the city when the oozing flesh met the ground in a vivid impact of decay. The last of its repulsive body lay prone, it head a broken egg of bones and maggots. With the screams of a thousand damned, the sky cleared of its demonic infestation, leaving only the directionless undead and 500 meters of dead flesh.

In Baharuth, the witch of death watched it all with baited breath, letting out a long sigh as it fell. A thousand lives were nothing for the breakthrough in dark magic that had happened this day. As soon as the Sierrans began investigating the twitching corpse, she began to send in her research brief. Her scheme had worked without a hitch.