After Izalith's Blood Barrier collapsed, what the Upper Demons had concealed as their final trump card was finally revealed.
It was not a sight meant for mortal eyes.
Standing upon the dead soil of Hellmond, Frey slowly raised his head.
Before him towered a colossal, grotesquely mutated abomination.
Its body was nothing but demonic dead flesh—covered in ulcerated crimson skin, countless twisted faces embedded across its frame, innumerable arms and legs protruding in every direction, its entire existence warped into something even demons themselves would recoil from.
The creature let out a deafening groan.
Through his sharpened senses, Frey watched as it absorbed one demon after another into its own flesh, swallowing them whole as though they were nothing more than nourishment.
Its appearance alone made its identity impossible to discern.
Its aura, however... gave it away immediately.
"What an unpleasant thing to look at."
