The trio fought their way through the attack of the strange Sin Beasts. Twisted forms of rebellion, their bodies writhed and shifted in defiance of the natural order—limbs bent the wrong way, eyes where mouths should be, some even morphing mid-battle as if reality itself was an afterthought in their existence. The Thin Mans moved with impossible grace, their elongated bodies bending at unnatural angles, while the Mimics ran off, apparently faster and stronger than the twisted parodies of the Thin Mans.
Beneath the tall Thin Mans and the Mimics that copied them, were the Maw Plants—grotesque, man-eating abominations that defied any known plant life. Their gaping, vertical maws stretched open like unholy flowers in bloom, jagged fangs lining their pulsating throats. The petals had what appeared to be faces of many kinds of races. While most were that of devils, some seemed... human!
Far out in the distance, a massive eye watched.
