After a moment, one of the creatures stepped out of the dark and ventured cautiously into the light. Unlike the previous entities the challengers had seen thus far, this one was humanoid in configuration...although it was clear simply from a glance at the thing's silhouette that it could never have been mistaken for human under any circumstances. Its long, lanky arms hung down past its knees and ended in a pair of crude hands with two long, taloned fingers and a thumb, and the legs themselves were frail-looking, digitigrade affairs divided into two sections at the knee; these halves were connected to one another by a thin, translucent orange spar of what might have been bone, in effect making their legs triple-jointed, and they ended in ludicrously-thin, single-toed feet.
its misshapen chest was a ragged mess of broken cartillage and weeping sores, at the heart of which sat a glowing red sphere made of an unknown substance. Two small flaps of tissue sat just beneath its shoulders, one on either side, and every few seconds one would fold inwards with a faint whistle before the other would blow outwards with a dry rasp—spiracles, most likely. A thick, bulbous protuberance dominated its back, and it was so large in comparison to the rest of the creature's body that it seemed to sag under its weight.
Finally, the entity's misshapen head sat atop a short neck, a sharply-pointed chin jutting forward in an almost comical fashion. Two glassy, pupiless red eyes stared out at the challengers without blinking from beneath a heavy, beetled brow, and it had no nose; where said nose and mouth should have been, there was only a series of parallel vertical slits in its face. The top and back of its skull seemed transparent, allowing those nearby to see the pulsating grey matter of the creature's brain.
Four more of these malformed morlocks stepped out of the dark with exaggerated caution, their motions blurred in spite of their slow speed just as the ophidians' had been, and behind them came another one of the snakelike monstrosities, six fronds sprouting from its back and its cadaverous face running like molten wax as its features blurred and rearranged themselves.
Rey...Rey...I am here, Rey...come to me, to us...
Ravage grimaced and squinted, aiming at the six creatures from out of the corner of his optics. "Doctor?"
came the shouted reply.