Its visage was grotesque and ugly, the facial features on its enormous skull completely misplaced. Its four arms pointed in different directions.
The size and thickness of its six limbs, even the joints and orientation, were all wholly disparate. It crouched low on the ground, resembling a disjointed human drawn by an abstract painter.
Its bewildered yet hate-filled eyes became a touch clearer, revealing a hint of damaged humanity.
That anger and hatred had settled into a more tangible sorrow and abhorrence.
It quickly lapped up the blood.
While whimpering, it squatted on the ground, lying on Aiwass's corpse, continuing to lick the bloody wound on the neck of Aiwass's body.
As it lapped, it suddenly howled mournfully at the sky, emitting a roar akin to a wolf baying at the moon.
Then, as if making up its mind, it began to gnaw on the corpse of Aiwass.
When Aiwass gradually awoke from that chaos, he saw a crimson-stained ground where his own body had disappeared.
