Chapter 239: Calamity 8
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Three against one, yet the one holding the upper hand was the enemy.
That alone showed just how desperate the situation was.
On one side stood the three emperors of the dominant races beyond the frozen lands,
and on the other, a titanic being, whose size was far from the only thing that stood out.
Its structure vaguely resembled that of a human, but every proportion was wrong, distorted.
Its shoulders were far too broad, its torso unnaturally elongated, and its arms, thick like towers, hung heavily at its sides.
Its skin was disturbingly dark.
A dull black, like burned flesh fused with molten stone, crossed by crimson veins that pulsed slowly, lighting up with every breath like glowing cracks. With each pulse, a wave of corrupted energy spread through the air, weighing down the space itself and making it difficult even to breathe.
And then there was its face.
It had humanoid features, yet completely devoid of any real expression.
