Meanwhile, in the throne room.
Lucian gripped his sword tighter as he watched the horrifying scene of the king coming out of his skin.
Literally.
The king's smile remained unchanged throughout the process, as though tearing apart his own body was completely normal.
Soon enough, his true form surfaced.
Its body was unnaturally thin, almost skeletal, while countless crimson eyes opened across its torso one after another.
Its jaw split wider than humanly possible, and from within,
More hands slowly crawled out.
Lucian felt every instinct in his body scream at him to run and although he wanted to, he couldn't.
Not because of his fear.
But because he knew that if this thing remained alive, no one would leave this dungeon alive.
So he took in a deep breath and looked at the creature again, his blue eyes, taking on a golden glow as he let out, "How disgusting."
