The “hand” could hardly be identified as such. Two fingers were more than a foot long and fused together, and they ended in a curved talon made of a thick, brownish yellow nail. While the other fingers and thumb took the form of something more human, they, too, were extremely oversized.
All and all, the grotesque arm must have weighed at least forty or fifty pounds.
But Kenna couldn’t afford to focus on it for long as the circle of light finally moved to the creature’s head. One working eye, oversized and bloodshot. A nose that looked like it collapsed in on itself. Hardly a slit for a mouth as far as she could see at this distance. An army haircut with splotches missing. But the left side of his face bore the most terrifying attribute: a nearly empty eye socket.