Filth

With a swing of his staff, Jyuuk struck one of the hundreds of arms still furiously climbing out of the woman's corpse. Despite being just barely larger than a regular person's arm, it felt like Jyuuk was striking a truck. It didn't want to budge, but at least with his physical strength, he was able to still at least fracture its bones. If it had bones, at least. It didn't seem like it had to obey the general rules of biology that Jyuuk recognized.

Rather than actually being some living being that was summoned here, it was more like a force of disgust and dread that was drawn out through this woman's sacrifice, simply taking the form of hands as if it were the most logical option. But this dreadful thing didn't seem to understand what arms or hands even were and how they were supposed to work, just having a surface-level recognition of what they should look like.