"AAAAHHH!"
WEIII!
"What on earth is THAT?!" A man stood frozen in shock.
WEIII!
THUD!
"HELP ME!" A woman just stumbled and fell to the ground close to him. He didn't see her, but the man kept his gaze on the entities behind her closing in.
"N-N-NOOOO!…Stay Away…HELP!!"
Something wrapped around her legs; the woman tried to crawl, attempting to free herself; Unfortunately…
CRACK!
"AAAAHHHH!"
The gray thing around her legs squeezed too hard, breaking her bones in the process.
The man stared without blinking at the gray tentacles enveloping the woman, slowly moving upward, fracturing every single bone—from legs to spine to shoulders—the only thing that remained visible was the woman's extended hand for help.
The man chuckled nervously, his own fear manifesting in shaky laughter. He took a step back.
"This is a dream." But the cold sweat trickling down his spine and the palpable terror in the air told him otherwise. Yet he refused to believe.
"Aye! I'm dreaming…" he turned walking away "…M-My wife will come waking me up."
He failed to notice a tentacle latching onto him from the back, wrapping around his waist.
"I-I just need to wake up. This isn't real."
The tentacle's insidious grasp continued its ascent, creeping up his back as if claiming him inch by inch.
"Y-Yes…any moment now," he muttered, his voice trembling with fear.
Suddenly the tentacle yanked him backward with a violent force. The man found himself flying high in the air.
"I have a lot of work…L-Lot of trees to cut–" he stammered, his voice trailing off into a terrified whimper as he gazed at the grotesque entity beneath him.
WEIII!
A giant horrifying deformed version of a baby's head, the entity had his mouth wide open, and inside the mouth was another mouth, the second mouth was tirelessly working on, crushing, ripping, chomping, and swallowing every single villager that was unfortunate enough to be grabbed by the tentacles and thrown into the creature's mouth.
Panic set in; the man's attempts to break free from the tentacle's grip were futile.
"I-I don't belong here! Wake up! Please, wife, wake up!" he pleaded, but his wife couldn't hear him, as she found her last resting place in the belly of the beast.
The tentacle forcefully threw the man into the giant mouth, and the world twisted into an unsettling version of a nightmare as he descended into the abyss of the creature's monstrous maw. The echoing cries of the consumed villagers reverberated around him.
CRACK! CRUSH!
The mouth began tearing and crushing his legs, slowly moving up the man's body.
In a last desperate plea, he cried out, "WAKE ME UP!" But the dream, or whatever twisted reality it had become for him, held him captive.
The man's anguished screams merged with the cacophony of breaking bones and crunching sounds as the monstrous maw voraciously consumed him. The pain was unbearable, and every inch of his body seemed to be torn apart as he descended further into the abyss.
…
WEIII!
"Cough…Cough…where are you?"
Underneath the Unwanted, where the ritual took place.
Pethra was carefully searching in the rubble for Freya. She was lucky to survive the creature's awakening.
When the creature first appeared, his accelerated growth was upward, all his force and weight moved up as he ascended to the surface. The ground shattered, and debris rained down like a nightmarish storm.
'Thank god that this creature grew taller and then fatter' Pethra trembled slightly, imagining the creature getting fat first, then taller. In this tight space, she would be squeezed against the wall like a rotten fruit.
"There you are!" Her eyes widened, spotting Freya at a distance, all thanks to the moonlight illuminating the place through the cracks.
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Pethra slowly began approaching Freya, carefully trying not to make a sound. The horrifying cries echoing above her, mixed with the unsettling sounds of the many tentacle's movements, created a disconcerting ambiance in the confined space beneath the Unwanted.
Pethra could easily picture the situation above, which is why she wanted to find Freya and leave this place as fast as possible before the creature noticed them.
Reaching Freya, Pethra felt her heart being stabbed by a thousand swords; the sight of Freya's dismantled body was too much for her to bear. It showed how brutal Darion was with her.
"Don't worry sister, I'll get you out," Pethra whispered, her breath visible in the dim light. Pethra scanned the place looking for something to pull the black nails with; sadly, she found none.
She glanced at her hands, and for the first time, she saw how bad they were.
"Ughh..Hmmmm!" Biting her lips, she let out a deep cry. When her adrenaline state was over, the pain kicked in.
Pethra had to endure the searing pain, her teeth dug deep into her lips as small drops of blood fell on the stone floor; she couldn't let out a sound, just enduring in silence. She tried to close her hands or move her fingers, but nothing worked.
The pain surged through Pethra's hands, another cruel reminder of the brutality she had faced. The dim light revealed the extent of the damage, fingers marred and two holes in her palms. Despite the agony, she knew she couldn't afford to linger in despair. Freya's life depended on her.
Summoning the last shreds of her strength, Pethra focused on the task at hand. She needed to find a way to free Freya from the grotesque prison of black nails. But with nothing to use as a tool and the inability to use her hands, she thought of something extreme.
Pethra, determined to save Freya despite the pain that coursed through her own body, brought her mouth close to the black nails. With grim resolve, she channeled every ounce of her determination into this desperate act. Her breath, visible in the dim light, trembled with a mixture of pain and determination.
Closing her eyes, Pethra took a deep breath, steadying herself for what she was about to do. The memory of Freya's dismantled form fueled her resolve. She pressed her lips against the cold, metallic surface of the first nail, her teeth clenched in anticipation.
A muffled cry escaped Pethra's lips as she began to bite down and pull the unyielding black nail. The pain radiated through her jaw and teeth, but she fought against it. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she persisted, the taste of metal and blood mingling in her mouth.
'UGHH!...MOVE!"
Pethra's muffled cry echoed in the confined space beneath the Unwanted. Her hands were incapacitated, and her only weapon against the cruel imprisonment was her own teeth.
'AHHH!...Damn…DAMMIT!'
With a renewed surge of determination, Pethra shifted her position, adjusting her angle of attack on the stubborn black nails. Her jaw clenched tighter, and she bore down with all the strength she could muster.
The unyielding resistance of the black nails persisted, but Pethra's tenacity knew no bounds. With a forceful pull, she sensed the resistance give way, and the first nail was extracted.
'YES!…YES!' she nearly shouted, revealing her position to the creature above her.
'One down….Five more to go'
With the flavor of blood and metal in her mouth, Pethra resumed her agonizing task. Each successive pull brought a blend of relief and excruciating pain.
Crack!
Some of her teeth shattered against the unyielding material, and blood seeped from her injured gums. Yet Pethra didn't yield.
'I can't give up now…' Pethra's vision blurred as the metallic taste intensified. 'I refuse to give up…I'll survive this place and go back to my love.'
Clank! Clank!
With a final powerful pull, the last nail was out. And with it.
Crack!
The breaking of Pethra's jaw.
"UGHmmm!..." she used her forearm to stifle the sound. The pain was unimaginable. But she had to persist.
Pethra brought Freya's arms and legs close to the rest of her body, hoping that the werewolf regeneration would kick in and heal her.
She placed each limb in its respective position and used rocks to keep the flesh adhered together.
'Come on, Freya…wake up, don't die on me.' She waited and waited, but nothing happened.
She placed her face on Freya's frigid chest and began to weep.
'Sob!...Please…Don't leave.' Tears fall onto the unmoving body. The agony in her hands and the searing pain from her broken jaw seemed inconsequential compared to the fear of losing a person she cherished and regarded as family.
When all hopes were lost.
ROAAAR!
A thunderous roar reverberated everywhere.
"!!!" Pethra instantly raised her head, eyes gleaming with hope.
'Aron...Help Freya!'
As if responding to her plea, red energy started to leak from Freya. The energy moved like a living entity, seizing the arms and legs.
The red energy moved with graceful precision like an experienced old granny; it began to sew the cuts, reconnecting severed veins, mending broken bones, and restoring the torn flesh. It was as if a benevolent force had intervened, breathing life back into Freya's seemingly lifeless body.
Pethra, overwhelmed by a mixture of relief and disbelief, could hardly contain her emotions. The tears that had fallen in despair now transformed into tears of gratitude. She observed as the werewolf's chest rose and fell with the return of breath.
"!!!" Freya's eyes widened; she instantly rose to her feet, looking up. She ignored Pethra for some reason.
Bending her legs slightly and leaning forward as if preparing for a significant jump, Freya's mana suddenly exploded.
Rumble. Rumble.
Two kinds of mana danced around her, red and blue. The blue mana enveloped her left side, and the red one on her right.
Long fingernails appeared on her left hand as the blue energy transformed the color of the skin on her left side to white. Yet the most significant change was in her right side.
Freya's tanned skin slowly began to transform into black scale, long red claws imposing with visible energy spreading throughout her right side. Half-black, half-silver long hair, the werewolf slowly opened her red and blue eyes gazing up.
"F-Freya?" Pethra called, yet the werewolf couldn't hear.
BOOM!
Without hesitation, Freya jumped with tremendous force, sending shockwaves through the area, shaking the very foundation of the Unwanted.
The creature above, unaware of the impending threat, continued its monstrous feast on the villagers. Its tentacles reached out like nightmarish tendrils.
Suddenly, a burst of blinding red and blue light erupted from below. And with an explosive force, Freya pierced the creature from below.
WEIII!
The Unwanted cried, sensing something extremely hot traveling through his body, tearing his flesh from bottom to top.
BOOM!
Claws first, Freya burst out from one of the creature's purple eyes, landing on the ground with an impactful thud, creating a spider-web.
Freya glanced at the remainder of the eye stuck in her claws. She waved her hand with force, removing the flesh.
"Grrrr!!"
Turning around to face the Unwanted, Freya displayed a bloodthirsty smile.
"Big monster…BIG hunt"