As the ritual progressed, a massive lump of flesh began to converge and then slowly stood up. Its body occasionally dripped with a sticky liquid that slightly resembled oil, though it was dark red in color.
Gradually the flesh became erect and formed elongated shapes. The liquid that dropped onto the ground from it seemed alive, moving back towards the main mass like slime and then being reabsorbed as part of the flesh.
During this process, everyone's gaze was fixed on the indescribable lump of flesh. Yet Falei, who was close by, seemed not in the least afraid of being consumed by the flesh like cattle; she stood firmly with her wand in hand, not even a tremor of fear showing.
The constantly writhing mass of flesh was not only absorbing the digested flesh fluids but also frantically absorbing magical energy. Magic flowed along patterns into its body, and for a moment the entire magic array dulled once again.
