Unleash the Colossal Terror on the Battlefield

Now towering over the battlefield, his skeletal core is wrapped in massive, pulsating veins that writhe like living chains, constricting his own form. His ribcage is split open, revealing a pulsating, eldritch heart glowing with raw, crimson energy. Where his head once was, now lies a gaping, endless maw, stretched far beyond the confines of mortal anatomy, lined with rows of jagged fangs that drip with black ichor. Above his monstrous form, great wings of living blood unfold, constantly shifting between liquid and solid, spraying droplets that ignite the air around them. Tendrils of crimson mist swirl like a hurricane, twisting and writhing as if filled with tormented souls, wailing in agony. His voice is no longer a mere sound—it is an all-consuming presence, a wordless, telepathic howl of rage and hunger that shakes the very reality of Hell.