This Is But A Scratch

A harsh mechanical ring jolted Varian out of the darkness.

"Huh? Where? What th—"

His words came to a halt as he noticed a bunch of humanoid and non-humanoid aliens moving around.

He's in a townsquare, in plain white clothes, along with a bunch of others in similar dresses.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal bracelets clashing against each other rang and a heavy humanoid, as tall as six meters, stopped in front of them.

With a green skinned body full of grotesque scars and wriggling, festering wounds , the man looked unpleasant. But his scarred and burnt face, obscuring his features entirely, looked even more horrifying and revolting.

There was a thick scent of death on his body, even beyond the so-called blood smell a murderer would give.

This man had killed so many races that he transcended the blood-smell. Even though he might not have killed a person belonging to their race, they felt like he was overflowing with that smell.