Chapter 141

Chapter One Hundred Forty-One

Connor braced for the huge creature’s attack, but the thing only stared with its shiny compound eyes. The twisting, arcing purple lightning lit the sharp horns rising along the crown of the missile-tip head with a sickly, eldritch glow.

Rather than attack, the monstrosity stared with its inhuman eyes.

Smothering heat billowed from its wide mouth, blasting the room with a charnel reek worse than any battlefield Connor could recall.

After a moment, the rumble of explosions from distant eons and dimensions shook the floor again, vibrating up through his legs.

There was no emotion in the giant creature’s multifaceted, gem-like eyes or on the rubbery face of the elongated head.

Every now and then, it coughed up more of the thick, yellow pus, chewed on the globs with its rows of teeth, then drooled the foaming bits into the boiling black fluid filling the pool.

It must be playing a waiting game, Connor thought.