“Facinating…” A cold voice said which is almost like metal grating itself against metal, a being slowly approached with it’s enormous body seemingly hunched from it’s sported curved spine.

The being once it is close enough slowly lowered it’s head down to examine who was infront of it. Its face is monstrous and bird-like, with too many sharp points and long, flat teeth. It is a Phyrexian preator. The great Jin-Gitaxias.

“I don’t recall you…were you an escaped subject from my lab?”