Therisa was about to die. All of her blood had burned away, and her fragile soul and life were rapidly fading away to nothing. Anyone else would've been terrified of death, but she wasn't. She had finally seen him in his true form.
Just like the nuns at Eris's church described him, he was massive, standing at over three meters tall. And in this room, his head and shoulders have already cracked the ceiling and were poking into the floor above. Even standing, Therisa won't even reach his knees.
His legs were as massive as tree trunks, and his neck was thicker than thickness. He didn't look alive at all, but like a marble statue of a god carved out of the most precious stone. This was Poppy's end; it was as clear as day that she couldn't face him.
As Therisa's consciousness faded to black, her body melted into blood and merged with Arad's blood, leaving him alone with the monster called Poppy. The fight was about to start, or that is what should've happened.
