"What… what the hell is that thing?"
Standing at the edge of the third layer, Charlie's expression paled. His voice was shaky and filled with grim resignation.
"How are we supposed to fight that monstrosity?!"
Standing at the forefront of the group, Eleiney had a dark look on her face. Her grip around the weapon tightened involuntarily, and a drop of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead.
"…We can do it," she murmured.
The abomination loomed like a small hill, a writhing, grotesque mountain of pulsating flesh.
Countless bloodshot eyes blinked independently across its fleshy surface, some weeping blood, others darting around unnaturally to track every movement in its vicinity.
Gaping maws filled with jagged teeth were scattered across its humongous body at regular intervals. They released guttural, inhuman sounds that shook the forest floor.
