Chapter 319 - Interitus And Cleobis (V)

There was. Aloud screech as the earth itself seemed to quake with fury. Rezar and Screet made a hasty retreat as the spot they once occupied blasted outwards in a shower of her and debris and six meter wide jaws looking for the flesh of the undead to consume. This thing was big, and normally Rezar would have wondered how the members of the theocracy were able to get past it, but seeing that it had similar features to the wyvern that was nothing more than dust outside of these ruins, Rezar would and could dummies that it was made as a result of corpse stitching. Even as someone that could be practically called Death class royalty, the idea behind corpse stitching was fucking disgusting.