The fleshy balls were the color of bruised meat, slick with fluid, and each one twitched as though dreaming. Their twitching increased in intensity, and they slowly opened up like a flower meeting the rising sun.
There was a sound like paper tearing, and the fleshy balls straightened, and their shape, even while covered by birthing fluids were eerily similar to the creature that Luka had transformed into, even down to the black scribe robes that he was wearing, although at a closer look, it would be revealed that the robes were growing out of the skin of the creatures.
Barely five minutes ago, the void creature had been killed, but three of them had been reborn inside the body of the massive stomach hidden in this dark alley.
It was night and the red eyes of the creature shone like torches, in their mind was the last order given to them by the boy… go out there and die.
