Dante watched the metal tub shake as the green liquid bubbled just when a groaning sound echoed out, Lilith's eyes widened in shock, muttering. ''What creature are you making, Death?''
''I'm not to sure myself,'' he responded.
A few heartbeats later, the green liquid the massive tub began to drain, swirling down, letting out a low gurgle that echoed through the chamber. As the stuff vanished, a heavy grinding sound echoed through the air, and the metal door slid open with a slow hiss. His breath caught in his throat.
His jaw fell as a colossal figure emerged from the shadows. The creature towered at an imposing twelve feet, its form a grotesque parody of humanity, sculpted from rippling, corded muscle that seemed to pulse thanks to his death mana. Its humanoid shape was creepy, broad shoulders and thick arms but something was profoundly wrong.
