The Armored Serpent

Northern's breath caught in his throat, the air around him thick with tension.

This terrifying horror, shifted ever so slightly, its overlapping glossy plates clinking like the sound of a distant thunderstorm.

The swamp beneath it bubbled and hissed, as some liquid seeped into the murky waters.

Northern's azure eyes darted across the monstrosity, taking in every detail.

The creature's numerous legs, each tipped with a razor-sharp point, moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern, causing the ground to tremble subtly.

Each step seemed to carry the weight of doom, pressing down on the marshland with a palpable sense of dread.

Its antennae, long and sinuous, twitched incessantly, as if tasting the very air, searching for any sign of threat or prey.

A soft, eerie glow emanated from the creature's eyes—multifaceted orbs that gleamed with an otherworldly light.