Thoren narrowed his eyes, staring at the mysterious figure.
The mysterious figure remained suspended above the blood river while its illusory body towering over the crimson water like an ancient nightmare.
Its entire body was shrouded in a hazy black-red aura that constantly twisted and distorted the surrounding space.
It carries an overwhelming presence of decay, destruction, and pure evil that makes even the air around it feel dead.
Dozens of long tendrils extended from its body.
They resembled enormous roots mixed with serpents, twisting and writhing around its illusory form while occasionally stretching toward the blood river beneath it.
At the center of the figure was a horrifying face covered with countless eyes, each eye different from the others, some narrow and bloodshot.
Others were completely black, staring without emotion and making Thoren's skin crawl despite the distance separating them.
For a brief moment, the mysterious existence simply stared at him.
