Bab 247: Saving the Queen 13

"What the fuck is that thing?"

Ransolph's mind screamed as his legs propelled him forward, each stride driven by sheer terror. He refused to glance back at the monstrous entity he had just witnessed.

In his 33 years of life, he had encountered and battled many creatures, but none had been as horrifying as what he had just seen.

Even though he had only laid eyes on it for a fleeting moment, he knew with certainty that it was beyond anything he had ever faced—a monstrosity that defied all conventional understanding of what a monster could be.

As he ran, he couldn't shake the grim realization that his subordinates and everyone else in the vicinity were likely dead, victims of the abomination now prowling the village.

With ragged breaths and pounding heart, he pushed himself forward, channeling his desperation into every step.