After arriving in the Outer God's dimension, Linsley laid eyes on the monstrous entity that had enslaved Terra for two long years.
It was nothing more than a writhing, churning mass of pitch-black flesh, its form undefined and constantly shifting, as though reality itself struggled to contain its presence.
Countless tentacles coiled and twisted around each other, some ending in jagged, fang-like protrusions, while others seemed to stretch endlessly into the dark void surrounding it.
There was no symmetry, no recognizable shape—just an endless expanse of dark, chaotic movement.
The energy in the dimension shuddered as it sensed Linsley's arrival, disturbing the dark creature's slumber.
Slowly, with an almost grudging motion, countless eyes began to open across the mass of flesh, each one fixating on Linsley with a mix of irritation and disdain.
