The twisted horror emerged wobbling from the waters on the rocky shore of the Battle Island. At first, each of its breaths were getting heavier and more pained. However, with each life taken in Oldtown the weakness fled the gait of the newborn terror, and as crimson stained the cobbled streets on Oldtown it quickly straightened and even began to grow in size. Its steps gained strength, speed, and confidence, and left black malignant indentations as it walked upon the rocks.