A Conversation With An Outer God

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Alongside that strange voice, which we couldn't discern if it were feminine or masculine, a powerful dark red aura surged from the altar, slowly taking the shape of a gigantic being.

It seemed as if it were made entirely out of blood, with countless eyes spreading across its existence, the blood turned into tentacles, moving around us, as if trying to wrap themselves to not let us escape.

A silhouette of some sort surged from the Aura of Blood, which seemed to distort space itself, my Spiritual Realm hurt the more this entity tried to manifest a miniscule part of its existence.

The appearance of the silhouette resembled a woman with long hair, but then it shifted to a tall and domineering man, endlessly changing forms.

Outer Ones had not a true defined shape and took the form of whatever the person looking at their existence could think.