Chapter 358: The Thirsty Feast (8)
The impossible sight left Sadraza utterly stunned.
The salt tentacles, cursed constructs imbued with a thousand years of resentment and thirst, turned everything they touched into salt. Yet Isaac’s left hand calmly crushed the salt tentacles as it climbed upward.
No, it was devouring them.
At that moment, Sadraza’s withered mind finally grasped the nature of those tentacles.
“Could it be… Chaos itself?”
Only a miracle could counter another miracle. The curse that turned everything into salt was being countered by Isaac’s greater vitality and the predation effect. Even when parts of his tendrils turned to salt, new ones sprouted rapidly, tangling around like creeping vines.
[■, ■■■■─!]
Sadraza let out an incomprehensible scream in the broken language, a mix of a howl and a cry, and severed his own tentacles. By now, Isaac’s left arm had fully transformed into a writhing mass of tentacles up to his shoulder. Each tendril pulsed with an unholy, indescribable energy.
Eyes emerged along the tentacles, grinning and glaring at Sadraza, while mouths lined with sharp teeth flicked their tongues as if savoring the feast to come.