It was a pony, or at least it looked like one. It floated in the air, a metre off of the ground. The pulverised stonework and earth beneath it radiated out from it, the centre of the dent it had made in the earth. The broken beams and shattered wood of the warehouse around it stood like the skeletal bones of a desiccated carcass, blackened as if burned. The creature was covered in a hard, rough surface, like stone and soil that had been hardened by a furnace. Its eyes were large, glowing a bright yellow like the most intense fire. Its cavernous mouth opened impossibly wide, deep blackness within which spilled forth in a foul-smelling smog that dissipated as it dripped and fell, turning to smoke and disappearing in the air. It was wreathed in fell energies, the air shimmering and warping around it, pulsing as the blueish green glow intensified. Several Royal Guards and at least one of the Black Guards lay nearby, a testament to the foolishness that had wakened the beast.