Standing before Noah was now a hulking mass of a creature, a creature that was just as massive and even bulkier than the zombie that they were facing. Its entire form was consumed by a writhing, tar-like substance that never settled, constantly shifting and reforming, its movements more unsettling than the slimes that were hidden within it.
The slick, black mass pulsed and slithered over its own body, stretching into jagged tendrils one moment before retracting the next.
The tar constantly dripped onto the ground, the odorless substance pooling beneath it. The puddle never expanded beyond its initial size, almost as if it was being reabsorbed back into its body. The liquid was impossibly dense, thicker than any tar or sludge Noah had ever seen, yet it never seemed to run out.
