From Hell's blazing depths they march. A black and white army of claw and fang, they trod the landscape with massive paws wrought to sew destruction. You can never run fast enough, escape far enough, or hide well enough to save yourself from the grisly fate that awaits all poor souls who fall in their path. Their only thirst is for blood. Their only hunger is for flesh. With all the rage of the infernals, their wrath shall stab at thee. The only comfort to their predatory ears is the screams of the village's victims and the lamentation of its women. Even the innocent child trembles at their ghastly visage and dares not utter their name. Theives in the night, they steal the very light of humanity, and when they pass, only darkness remains. Behold:
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