The first beast was enormous.
A statue carved from dark stone, shaped like a grotesquely obese creature with a maw so wide it seemed to dislocate the very concept of proportion.
The creature's right hand held a goblet that looked ancient beyond measure, and in its left hand was a wooden club, gnarled and heavy. When it breathed, the air around it seemed to darken past the blackness of night.
The depths of the godtree rumbled again.
The second was the opposite of the first— it was slender and almost humanoid in shape. However, every other proportion was wrong and profane in every way that mattered.
Its eyes were hollow voids, and in its chest was a gaping hole that seemed to lead nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. Its four arms and four legs were long and rigid, just like a spider's. As it crawled from the depths of the godtree, its ungodly form twisted as its head snapped in his direction.
