"A twisted, amalgamated spirit of forgotten gods, a towering figure cloaked in tattered, decaying wings of pure shadow, rises from the wreckage of an ancient temple. Its face is an ever-changing mass of faces—each one belonging to a different forgotten deity—each expression frozen in an eternal scream or grimace. Its body, a roiling mass of stone, mist, and broken bones, twists unnaturally, as if it’s both collapsing inward and expanding outward at the same time. Around it, the air warps, distorting the very laws of physics, and gravity falters in its presence. From the center of its chest, a glowing, pulsating orb floats, emanating a sickly green light that causes the land around it to wither and rot. Its hands are skeletal, with fingers ending in jagged, obsidian claws.