Chapter 142

Chapter One Hundred Forty-Two

The creature that called itself Sokkizarai rose from the boiling black pool. Its body was a tangle of long, spiny legs that ended in barbed tentacles. Four massive, fleshy wings unfurled, splashing the steaming, vile fluid all around

Connor danced left and right, avoiding the slimy black stuff but never taking his eyes off the inhuman monster.

Thunderous rumbling vibrated up from the floor: Dabichikal’s fury.

It was so loud, so intense, Connor couldn’t even hear his own blood rushing.

Like the icy daggers gashing his spine, the rumbling made it hard to concentrate.

Steam trailed after the macabre horror of Sokkizarai as it climbed into the air. Each wing flap battered Connor with heat that had its own necrotic taint.

As huge as the chamber was, the creature made it feel small.