Elysium's Multiverse Chapter 30

Thinking it foolish to seclude and potentially trap himself in that small, one-entrance room, he avoided it entirely and moved to hide behind an overturned table. His breathing was quickly steadied, and he charged another Blood Lance across his right arm as ribbons of red started peeling off his skin while he peered out around the edge of his concealnt.

Then, he waited.

The swarm of flies overhead buzzed around the deathly still corpse. His heartbeat picked up. His eyes narrowed as he silently watched from cover, pumping himself up in case of a coming fight, as the sound of tal scraping against the stone floor grew louder. While it neared, he began to hear the thud of feet against the ground, too, and soon saw the creature making those noises enter the room from the hallway he’d originally co through himself many hours before.

It was a grotesque humanoid monster—an abomination, if no other words were used to describe it. It was pale, naked, bald, and lidless, with enormous yellow eyes that scanned the room when it ca in. It had an unmoving and creepy smile with lips peeled back to show sharpened yellow teeth—literally from ear to ear—that set his hairs on end. One large, veiny arm on its right side dragged a huge, lusterless, and battle-worn claymore behind it, while a shriveled left arm just dangled uselessly at its side, displaying cracked yellowing nails that were far too long for its own good. There were four slits along the front of its face that it used to breathe like nostrils, and its thorax was abnormally elongated into a hunched position.

Even so, it stood well over seven feet tall, and its long, scrawny legs were just as out of place as the left arm in comparison to the roided-out right arm that carried the claymore.

Riven slowly exhaled, never letting his eyes leave the creature while remaining in his concealed position. “What in the southern cousin hillbilly marriage is this thing?”

Riven was panting at this point, red sparks of lightning still streaming along his skin at random, and he dropped his quivering right arm to the side just before turning and vomiting to his left. He puked again, his heart rapidly beating into his chest, and his body ached…but he was alive. He shook his head, sank to the floor, and wiped off his mouth while spitting at the creature’s body.

But then he grinned, and slowly he began to laugh.