I am not used to seeing gross monsters: this garagor had a human face. He would strike other Garagors 70 feet along with a huge spear of bones from other Garagor. He would stand on two feet. The thing is, he had a mask and an armor to protect himself from the others as if he were some kind of Amalgamation between titans and garagors: Garagors would stand on four feet and Titans would stand on two feet. That is to say that many people would have the best way to observe them.
But unfortunately, many of them were already caught by the garagors. In simple terms, garagors tend to have super sensitive ears along with eight robust feet. Even so, that does not get rid of its blindness. It does not have eyes. What is more, they are super territorial and lascivious with their own kind, reaching heights of 20 feet. They tend to be black, white and red.
In the kind of schemes that we can see in the whole canvas of life, most of these monsters tend to be away from this new breed. Basil had never seen such a monster, even in his dreams. It rises vertically on two heavily muscled, digitigrade legs that terminate in clawed that could break truck, armored feet like 400 elephants, resembling the bipedal Titans instead of the quadrupedal Garagors that could shake empires.
That is to say that Its form is a nightmarish blend like the sun and the moon: wide, heavily armored shoulders that could choke you in second and chest encrusted in jagged titanium, bone-white and obsidian-black plating crafted from fused Garagor remnants that had even approximately 9 hours ago, marred with crimson blood-rust and throbbing veins of dark red. Looking at it closely, the armor appears to be hastily collected and roughly fastened like the wind of time and regret, featuring jutting spikes, rib-like supports, and skull pieces incorporated as shoulder guards or chest plates, resembling a mobile graveyard like a lich taking care of employees and slaves.
What is more, on top of this colossal structure rests an unsettlingly human-like visage as if he were the very incarnation of infection pale, nearly feminine , characterized by sharp, aristocratic traits, long dark hair tangled with blood, and penetrating, fierce eyes that gaze with a predatory cleverness that a cockroach would lack a million times. The more you would look at it, the more you would feel the trauma of the soul.
The thing is, the visage is partly hidden behind a grim, elaborate mask made of darkened bone and metal as if he were an imperial metal dragon, inscribed with swirling designs and adorned with sharp teeth along the borders of a new America that very few could actually see that no one would eventually come to observe through the eyes of a real emperor, revealing only the forehead, eyes, and mouth that we cannot see despite the new tendencies that we can observe in today's societies: power, justice, lust, gluttony, wrath, and the paradoxical fact of the masses. The mask appears to be both a safeguard and a ritualistic symbol, as if the being conceals its delicate human side from its wild relatives.
Basil: WHAT A HORRIBLE CREATURE! THIS SHOULD BE MY TROPHY. At least, this can be my trophy. Maybe, I can forcibly transform it into one of my spirits. The thing is, no one could actually see what is hidden behind such aberration. That is to say that most people cannot tell why this abyss is not looking at you with anger. HAHAHA! Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you and you maybe killed by the abyss every time you become a monster. However, there is a catch to all this. If I were to kill it, then it would make me the real monster. I guess the only way here is to make it transform without
In its enormous grasp as if he were a mountain, it brandishes a gigantic spear. To be honest, it was easily over 50 feet long, made from the merged spines of giant tigers, lava femurs, and skulls of defeated garagors, secured with sinew and dark iron that could protect 100 armies on Terraria. That is to say that the spearpoint features a cruel, jagged edge made from several Garagor jawbones. In that way, It employs this weapon to launch or pierce lesser garagors from 70 feet away in demonstrations of fierce authority that could shake millions of worlds. Even so, it would not make any far greater than a leviathan in his adult state that could take over 5 world in his greatest equivalence of power. That is to say that may be people cannot imagine the power of a real one.
The being's skin under the armor is resilient, tough hide featuring mottled patterns of black, white, and blood-red, with areas of visible muscle and scar tissue. Curved horns or bony protrusions emerge from its shoulders and back, with arms that are abnormally lengthy, terminating in clawed hands strong enough to crush rock.
In contrast to pure Garagors (blind, four-legged creatures with eight strong, spider-like legs for scuttling speed that could make you scream in your dreams like a little girl, enormous bat-like ears for echolocation that could contact the depths of abyss to communicate with devils for reinforces, and a blind but hyper-acute hearing that makes them terrifying ambush predators in their 20-foot-tall packs over the average experience of child nightmare), that is to say that this hybrid retains functional eyes in the canvas of reality and upright posture. When it comes to his power, It exudes an aura of savage territoriality and unnatural lust toward its lesser kin dominating, mating with, or devouring Garagors in frenzied rituals of hierarchy that you may not like in your wildest dreams for it really exudes anything that you haverdreamed of.