Jelo looked at the monsters, his breath catching in his throat as he took in every horrifying detail.
The first monster stood at about six and a half feet tall, but it was its build that made Jelo's stomach turn. Its shoulders were unnaturally wide, almost disproportionate to its legs, giving it the silhouette of something that had been stretched and compressed in all the wrong places. The upper body seemed to belong to something twice its size, while the legs looked barely capable of supporting all that mass.
The skin was mottled gray and cracked like baked clay left too long in the sun. Thick scars and open seams ran across its limbs, as if the flesh had been torn apart and stitched back together carelessly, without any regard for aesthetics or function.
