Chương 385: Impending Doom

The moonlit riverbank trembled, an eerie silence descending upon the battlefield.

Northern's azure eyes widened as he witnessed the grotesque transformation unfold before him.

The Devastator's massive body, once a writhing mass of tentacles and pulsating flesh, began to contort and reshape itself.

Bones cracked and shifted beneath the creature's skin, producing sickening pops and grinding sounds that echoed through the night.

Its form elongated, stretching and twisting like putty in the hands of an unseen sculptor.

The tentacles retracted, melding into the main body as new appendages burst forth.

Four legs, each as thick as ancient tree trunks, erupted from the creature's sides. They were covered in overlapping plates of chitin, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the pale moonlight.

Razor-sharp claws, easily the length of a man's arm, gouged deep furrows into the sand as they took form.