Soulmates

By sunset, they’d set up camp at the crest of the cliff and all was well until a screaming terror erupted from the thick forest.

Shreikers.

An eyeless species of hellspawn that look like a man if he were slowly morphing into a walking insect, the transformation disfiguring his body and turning his skin into a flaky, pale outer skeleton and his mouth into a row of sharp teeth held to the jaw by rotting flesh.

Better yet, they traveled in swarms.

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