On the surface of a distant planet, somewhere deep within Mid Sector 99—
"Grrrr—"
A crimson plague, nearly two meters in height, slowly rose and stood atop a towering rock formation. It spread its elongated arms to their full extent, lifting a face erased of every feature except a grotesque mouth packed with jagged fangs. From that mouth, it unleashed a savage roar toward the sky—a rough, scraping sound accompanied by a violent exhalation, carrying with it a nauseating stench, the unmistakable smell of decomposing corpses and long-dead flesh.
Naturally, this cry was never meant to be heard, nor was it directed at the plague itself. Such creatures possessed no sense of hearing at all. Everything it wished to communicate was delivered through that vile odor alone. The roar itself served another purpose entirely—it was a warning, a declaration of hostility, aimed at any other being unfortunate enough to possess the ability to hear it.
"Graaa—"
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