In the pile of debris, there was a bundle of flesh that belonged to a creature. More than half of the body was buried in the debris, with two legs sticking out.
Half of the body melted, and it was emitting green smoke while it convulsed.
Under normal circumstances, it would be a confirmed death.
But Octopus Ball didn't die. His flesh healed rapidly. As Sherlock walked slowly towards him, Octopus Ball moved his convulsing body and pushed away a large pile of debris.
Octopus Ball's body was full of tentacles, though the face looked faintly like his own.
"You've sold your soul and flesh to the Ancient Gods." Sherlock walked in front of Octopus Ball, who slowly stood up and grew larger.
"Tsk, tsk. He looks disgusting. Lord Sherlock, you have the courage to beat up such a disgusting creature. I'm in awe of you," Bru said.
