PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS

Base: 75 mm

Guild soldiers tried to arrest the creature. Shackles and handcuffs didn't hold it. They tried to hold it with stakes through its flesh. Even a sword through its head couldn't stop it. A monster that from the first moments of its existence knew only pain, torture and cruelty, it was so forged by suffering that it became insensitive to it. His flesh is at once loosely joined and rigid; darts and blades pass through it, only separating it, but not doing much damage. Its muscles don't seem to be fed by blood; they are gray and rough, animated by some unknown vital force.

Without eyes, it is a blind creature. Its lack of eyesight doesn't make it any less dangerous, quite the opposite; its indifference to pain, its incessant fury, and its lack of discernment make it a vortex of destruction. There is no creature on this earth capable of controlling or directing it; it follows its fate, causing pain and death wherever it goes, arbitrarily and indifferently.