CHAPTER 105
The monster's hide rippled and stretched, sickening cracks reverberating through the air as its bones began to reform, reshaping themselves to accommodate the monstrous growth.
Thick, ropey tendrils of obsidian flesh burst forth from the creature's back, writhing and undulating like serpents as they extended outward, their tips splitting into wicked barbs that dripped with a viscous, tar-like ichor.
Night Terror let out a guttural roar of agony, the sound reverberating through Northern's very soul as the monster's jaws unhinged, stretching impossibly wide to accommodate the growth of its fangs.
Its claws elongated into wicked talons, each one easily as long as a grown man's arm, their razor-sharp edges glinting with a malevolent sheen.
It was a sight ripped straight from the darkest of nightmares, a perverse mockery of nature's design that threatened to unhinge the very foundations of reality itself.
