The flesh continued to pile up.
Broken bones spiraled toward a single point. Red muscles swelled, pulsing like a giant beating heart. Cracks, snaps, and tearing noises echoed across the entire valley.
The Treants and Hellhounds retreated a few steps not out of fear, but because the creature was unstable. Its magical aura raged like a wild storm ready to explode at any moment.
Sylvia stood firm, her black hair whipping in the infernal wind. The chains behind her trembled as if responding to the approaching danger.
And finally…
THE MONSTER COMPLETED ITS FORM.
From the remains of hundreds of corpses, a fortress-sized being emerged, a mass of living flesh constantly throbbing.
Its body reached as high as a castle tower. Six black eyes like bottomless pits. Bones protruded from its skin like whips. Its right hand was twice the size of Sylvia's entire body. And in the center of its chest… a vertical mouth that opened and closed as if "breathing."
