Right after that Plaga Host turned to Sheyan, Sheyan reacted preemptively without hesitation. Pulling out ‘Ambition’, he fired!
A scorching lead bullet smeared with the ‘Tigfog’ herb medicine swerved rapidly towards his foe.
Yet simultaneously, this evidently higher tier Plaga Host widened its mouth. Unexpectedly, a bloodied fist of flesh whirled out. Decaying with blackness, that fist of flesh constricted but raced in with unbelievable acceleration; so much so, that the air was suppressed by its pressurizing velocity, releasing chains of mini explosions.
That bloodied flesh shrunk tinier than a fist, yet two meters before it reached Sheyan, it finally unfurled a pair of mangled and rotten wings that was riddled with holes. A fishy red viscous membrane, excessively wrinkled, back and creasing, coated it. Its wings suggested a hybrid between a bat and moth, while its body diffused out a piercing foul stench.
