"Oh Jesus, no!" Rob gasped.
Farmer grabbed my arm, too. "Stay close together," he whispered. "It won't recognise our shapes as human if we stay close together!"
It's form was human, too. Just.
When it emerged into the room, we could only just make out its features for its vast body seemed to be emanating a blackness so deep it was difficult to see through. It was cloaked in a dense dark cloud that boiled and churned as it moved, so black and hot that the air around it seemed to cook and burn as it moved.
"Malkaz!" Farmer breathed.