“On guard!” Maritza shouted.
The second giant, blue clawed hand emerged from the well, destroying its entire basin. More murky water gushed out of the well’s hole, and the two monstrous hands pressed against the ground to lift up a massive, reptilian body. On the body’s stubby end was a reptilian mouth covered in dirty lapis scales, and a pair of unblinking, sludgy green eyes stared wildly at Maritza and Ronan.
“This is unlike any Norovir I’ve ever read about,” Ronan remarked, shifting his feet on the low stone wall. Already, the toxins in the brown water were beginning to sizzle the rocks away.
He could only wonder what such a terrible substance would do to his skin.
“It’s triple the size of Norovirs I’ve defeated in the past,” Maritza said. “It must be Corrupted by The Hellsworn.”