Rather than saying it opened, it was more like it was being stretched open.
A dark hand grabbed Loka's lower lip, and another, equally dark, pressed against her upper jaw.
Loka's mouth was forcibly elongated to an unimaginable extent.
Suddenly, a head emerged from her mouth.
Its gaze was bewildered, shrouded in a viscous fluid resembling amniotic fluid.
Its eyes, blood-red and intense, contrasted starkly with its entirely black face.
The skin seemed to swirl like mist, and its teeth, resembling a pair of tusks, jutted menacingly beyond its lips.
This Demon was peculiar, seemingly incorporeal, yet it could interact with the Goddess of Loka's statue.
Shaking its head, it fixed its gaze on the black protodragon.
Its eyes continuously shifted between Owen and the black protodragon, as if recognizing or discerning something.
