Crack!
Blue-white lightning streaked across the sky.
"Colin!"
Holt descended from the sky amidst the wind and rain, his expression grave.
He scrutinized Colin carefully and, seeing that he appeared unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're okay?" he still asked.
"I am," Colin shook his head, his face very pale. The rain soaked his hair and dripped down his fair face, making him look somewhat haggard.
He glanced again at the mess of yellow, white, and red flesh to his front left, feeling a surge of nausea.
Tentacles within the pulp were still trembling as if they were alive.
This was all that remained of Catherine.
Just moments ago, he had been contemplating how to break through Catherine's defenses when she suddenly transformed.
Catherine's entire body swelled like an inflated ball, her dark red skin marked with countless light yellow pus-filled bumps like those of a toad.
