Chapter 35
It looked like something pulled straight out of myth—a monster born of nightmare.
A colossal body, with fifty dragon heads.
It was reminiscent of a hydra.
A beast forged from blood, pulsing with immense, overwhelming power.
Even some of the more renowned fixers would likely be paralyzed with fear just standing before it.
The energy it gave off compressed the entire space with sheer pressure.
Savage and aggressive, it belched freezing air from its mouths, and even when its heads were severed, they regenerated almost instantly.
Isaac had created something astonishing.
He hadn’t exactly seemed like the type to have the brains to make something like that.
And in a world already hanging by a thread, if that thing had ever been let loose in the city, it could’ve spelled catastrophe.
But this catastrophe had picked the wrong opponent.
“GRAAAHHH! GRRRRHHH—!”