As the electricity ceased, the malignant hound remained upright, exuding a low growl. It seemed entirely unaffected by the effect of the lightning, only with bits of its slipper flesh dripping and sizzling on the stone tiles.
'Yer kiddine me, right? It had no effect? Well, I'm not exactly surprised…This thing is made of nefarious stuff, ain't no doubt about it,' Sylvan begrudgingly accepted with a grunt.
From both sides of the room, the two noticed the peculiar phenomena occurring with the "Shadow-Thing":
Its flesh bubbled, the tar popping and expanding like a foul soup brewing in a witch's cauldron.
'Is that the Cursed Lightning taking effect?' Noah guessed.
'--No, it's not that,' Sylvan instinctively knew, sharing the same thought.
Rather than waiting around and letting the monstrosity do what it pleased, Noah swung his axe–
[Mega-Chop] [Soul Rend]
