The breach tore wider as something enormous forced its way through the dimensional barrier. The Kala Drah erupted into their reality like a cathedral of consumed flesh, towering twenty feet above the battlefield, its form a grotesque amalgamation of multiple torsos grafted together in defiance of anatomy. Across its bulk, dozens of human faces pressed outward from beneath the skin, their features distorted but recognizable.
Mrs. Sari's kind eyes blinked from the creature's shoulder, her mouth opening and closing in silent screams. Tommy's boyish features had been stretched across what might have been a ribcage, his expression cycling between terror and an alien hunger that had never belonged to him. Old Man Reza's weathered face emerged from the monster's chest, his familiar voice now speaking words in languages that predated human civilization.
