'What kind of monster is this?!'
In spite of the calm and collected look that Arty shared with the world, the state of his inner thoughts couldn't be any more different from what his face suggested.
A blob of… something rose up for ten and then some more meters into the sky, towering just above the shortest of the trees. It consisted of something that had no right to exist. It consisted of darkness… that shone with its own, peculiar kind of light.
'It has no real shape… it's just a blob… So where do I seek it's weak point?'
The tentacles of the bright, shadowy monster tensed up before bloating up, turning the small holes in the targets it pierced through into lethal ones. And then, after bringing its targets up a few meters in the air…
