A muscular figure walked towards the two with a large odachi-like sword that rested on its shoulders. The weapon was so long that its rusty blade could barely fit within the narrow corridor.
The creature wore nothing on its torso, revealing grey skin that looked decayed, worms and thick ooze pouring from several orifices that had opened up in its flesh.
On its face was a old looking cloth that wrapped around it, making sure no detail of its head was shown to Denille or Skullius.
Its feet produced no sound as it moved, drawing closer to the two terrified souls.
Denille swallowed a lump of saliva and almost forgot to breathe. A drop of sweat trickled down from her temple, as with her greater sensitivity to mana, she felt even more than Skullius just how much of a monster this thing was.
A blue core with wisps of purple!
