Chapter 30: Awakened Evil.
’Crap!’
I cursed under my breath, instinct taking over.
In a split second, I threw a fast and ruthless kick towards Aezel. His face paled as he crashed into the distance, stopping just behind a towering rock. Afterwards, I threw the crimson shells towards him and lunged at him.
Just as I did, Aezel, albeit still confused, managed to catch the crimson shells, just as I rolled to a stop beside him, my breath hitching in my throat.
"What the!-"
I hurriedly gestured for him to keep quiet, my face paling in sheer fear and terror.
Aezel seemed to be bristling with anger, his teeth gritted together as his fists clenched at his side. However, the look of dread and terror on my face seemed to be enough to stall his fury. If only barely.
It was also then that I cautiously peered through the edge of the rock. And there- I saw it!
The instant my eyes fell on the monstrosity, my breath hitched in my throat as panic surged through me.
The creature was horrifying, a nightmarish aberration that defied all sense of reason. Its towering, menacing form was reminiscent of a demogorgon, but grotesquely amplified. Its thick hides were bright crimson, as though it had, at some point in the distant past, bathed in the blood of a thousand warriors.
Its pair of hideous faces were mashed and mangled together, and its claws were dark crimson as though forged within the depths of hell, with the sole aim of sowing discord and terror on the land above.