An enormous being slowly rose from the red lake, absorbing it. After the two colossal arms, a back with a bent spine showed itself next. Then, the top of a bloody skill, uneven shoulders, and an endlessly stretching torso. Finally, two towering legs were formed from the last remains of the lake, ending in stumped feet.
The being crawled across the ruins, pressed into them by the Crushing, then opened its maw and let out a chilling, deafening, tortured wail.
The twitching muscles on the creature's gigantic arms contracted once again, and it slowly pushed itself off the ground.
'Hell…'
In the next moment, Jet had no more time to study the titanic figure of the newly evolved Flesh of Kanakht. The captain of the Dutchman appeared from the mist, and a split second later, his cutlass was already flying through the air to cut off her head.
Jet felt like she was drowning in her own blood, but she still managed to evade, mumbling curses as she struggled to draw a breath.
