Capítulo 123: Who Is The True Horror Now? [part 2]

With a bestial roar that shook the very foundations of the decrepit hall, the monstrous abomination wrenched the obsidian lance from its shoulder, flinging it aside with contemptuous ease.

Brackish blood sprayed forth, splattering the marble floor in a grotesque display of the creature's tremendous vitality.

The abhorrent creature now seemed to face Northern directly, its orby eyes burrowing into his soul, dripping with a palpable ferocity that sent a chill down even his hardened spine.

Unfazed, Northern's smile took on a sinister edge as he flexed his fingers, the black gauntlets creaking with anticipation.

"I too am just getting started," he growled, his voice dripping with sadistic glee that would have sent lesser beings fleeing in terror.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen obsidian lances materialized, hovering behind him as if wielded by unseen forces.