The ground quaked.

Tremors dug through the dirt. He could hear rumbles coming out the field. It felt like the entire forest was splitting apart. The man couldn't catch any oxygen. No energy within any of his limbs, but he couldn't stop. All he wanted to do was run, no reason why came to him. The man felt like he were to die of exhaustion, but nothing stopped him, he kept running.

Cracks formed through the dry dirt. Pebbles and withered leaves vibrated from all the seisms. Something was coming. Something big. Horror delve beneath his skin, the soil shifted. Muffled, ghastly wails echoed from the ground.

No...I'm too late…

He could see blurry sphere-shaped entities drifting in the sky, their own existence pierced through his soul with fear. Every black eye of the trees felt like they were staring at him, watching his every move. The warning of danger chimed in his head, but what was the danger? Starvation? Lack of air? Flying spheres that'll eat his face off? The man didn't stop to think of what the sense was, his mind told him that imminent death is coming if he stood any longer.

-urrruuughhh…-

The moans from underneath got louder, the tremors quaked the ground more and more. Some entity was below the soil and crawling up to the surface. Whole trees faltered and toppled around, roots lifted above the ground. The man couldn't breathe, he couldn't take one look behind.

-urrruuaaaghh..-

The thing kept digging up, the scraping of its claws grew clearer and louder. The man could see the soil rising up. Something was crawling out from the ground. A disfigured arm raised from the loose clusters of dirt and seized the terrain. The man suddenly stopped in fear, nothing made him run any more. The man quivered in dread of what this monstrosity was. Nightmares filled his mind.

Another arm raised from the chasm it made. The two moved and repositioned. The limbs were extremely injured, parts of decaying skin were torn down, opening wounds of rotting muscle and tendon. The skin was pale, covered with grey dirt and rot. The arms lifted up the creature's body. A severely injured man crawled up from the ground.

-auuuurrrghh-

His brown coat was tattered with rips and blood, the man could barely see what he looked like from the dim moonlight. The injured person stood still and didn't move an inch, his head bent down. Even from a distance, he could smell the putrid odor the injured man emitted, like a pile of corpses.

There wasn't a sound in the area, still the injured person stood dead still. The man couldn't move at all, it felt like something was pulling him back every time he tried to run away. The injured man twitched, the sound of his breathing grew louder. Suddenly, the person immediately staggered up, blood spewed out his unhinged jaw.

-URAAAGHHHH-

The man bolted out of his way, blood rushing through him faster than ever. The injured man stormed after him, screaming, it was like he was a corpse. His eyes had no pupils, every part throughout his body was torn up and bleeding, and the way it stumbled behind him looked like every bone was broken. Another person bursted out of the ground, this one with some sort of blue ooze over it's flesh-cleaned skull. Yes. these things are corpses, dead reanimated into these monsters. The two lurched behind him, with no hesitation at all. More and more hordes of undead clawed out of the soil, all of them chasing onto the man. An arm dug out the dirt under him and seized his ankle, slamming him straight onto the ground. He tried to pull the hand off, but it was locked onto him like a chain. The hordes were catching up. In his final efforts, the man grabbed the hand and pried it open with all force, snapping off its fingers. The hand wailed in agony as the man quickly stumbled up and bolted away. The man could see the stopping point in the forest now. The hand made a gaping wound on his ankle, blood dripped like crazy. The hordes of corpses collided and bumped into each other, barely any of them could catch up to the man. He could see the forest exit from now on, a plain field awaited him once he can come out. The man stormed away in the different direction he headed-the corpses puzzled of where he ran. He crashed out of the forest and collapsed onto a broken log, exhausted from what he just encountered. The man finally caught breath, blood and gore dripping on his body. The corpses lost track of where he went.

The man took a glance around the field, and an indistinguishable figure stumbled into view, coated with armor.


Years ago, it fell. Its blood dripped down the void. The last remnants of Chthulu have manifested into crystalline formations. This raw source of energy is permeating the great void and changing its lifeforms with it. The ophidians have stayed quite docile these times, no one has disturbed their reign for decades. But once the energy reeks through the entire sea. It will desolate our world as we know it.