A very ordinary room; compared to the places before, there weren't any over-the-top sculptures, nor any huge dark-gold constructs as decoration. On the contrary, this place looked extremely plain.
But a few things instantly flooded this space with a dangerous aura, because what lurked here wasn't some random evil cultist, but a Void Demon they'd once crossed paths with—the most terrifying monster hiding in every shadow of Hamlet: the Limping Walker!
Purple-black skin like boundless void, bristling with tentacles of all sizes, each carrying sharp "7"-shaped Bone Spur blades. Its lower abdomen was a cluster of merged tumors; Lance, who'd seen it spew before, knew they released a gas that could easily corrode flesh.
On that hideous Aberrant Demon face were countless black eyeballs, and when its torn-open maw gaped, it seemed to drag its entire head into a grotesque proportion. A row of spines along its back all stood on end.
