The tornadoes, once massive and all consuming, began to contract, folding inward until they were no longer mere storms of wind, but twisted, grotesque monstrosities.
Each one shrank into a warped, nightmarish form, a beast forged from chaos itself.
The air around them decayed as if the very fabric of reality withered under their presence.
A palpable dread radiated outward, suffocating the space in a suffocating shroud of malevolence.
The creatures' eyes, sickly, glowing with a madness that seemed to distort the very air, bore the unmistakable marks of insanity and unrelenting hunger.
Their bodies were contorted, unnatural.
Limbs stretched and warped at impossible angles, twisted in a mockery of form.
Jaws, wide and jagged, were lined with razor-sharp teeth that gleamed with a hunger too primal for words.
Some of them moved on all fours, their claws scraping against the cracked earth like predators closing in on their prey.
