The Nether Beast was desperate.
Never in all of its existence, had it ever felt this way before. This… threatened.
Born from malevolence, it always had the instinctive drive to wreak havoc and commit atrocities. It dominated its peers and ruled those who were weaker.
It made sure to consume everything and everyone around it until it got to this point of its existence.
Yet… these three women before him were causing him to feel such a rush of emotion that his bones shivered.
If it had hair on its disgusting black skin, they would all be standing tall in response to the current state of its mind.
No. It couldn't afford to be distracted by such nonsense!
In the end, this was three against one. The only reason they intentionally created such odds was because they knew they couldn't handle it alone.
Yes… that's right.
