With cries of a child, blood, flesh, and crimson vessels pushed their way through the gaps in rock and began to ascend after him.

The parts unable to free themselves were crushed under the unhuman power of flesh and there in the distance, he could even observe its revolving body using spider legs combined with fleshly tentacles to climb.

The child's face was at the front of a long body, observing him with a twisted expression and with tears of blood ticking down its cheeks. If not for the revolting body that kept changing from one shape to another as it climbed, he would take such a child into his hands to calm it down.

But how could he calm an abomination that was two times higher in size and length?

Should I try to sing?

With one hand holding the edge of the sharp rock and with the other holding the hilt of his old sword he swung his sword at flesh that got close to him and the fleshly tentacle fell back on the blob being absorbed back into its body.

Could such a creature even die?

Children's faces answered him with one of its spider legs coming out of its body and jointing the other in hopes of pushing its massive body up. Blood dripped down as it slithered and climbed after him and with each blood out of his pores its body began to thin up and stretch without any blood falling on the white shore but what surprised Hildebrant more was that even when its blood finally fell it was also absorbed by the white shore.

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Blob did not care much for it and its eyes, all of them were just on him.

Hildebrant pushed himself up and knowing his sword just slowed him down he abandoned it and let it fall.

Creature dodged the falling object and noticing what it was the child's face howled in joy and right after its body turned into a sea of tentacles and snakes trying to reach him. For the moment his adversary looked like an endless swarm of deep-sea horrors he heard last time when he was still a kid. He wished it was still a story his aunt told him to make him sleep and listen to her.

There was nothing much to do against it and with fervour and focus he continued to climb while the creature kept following him using its shapeshifting power to propel itself up.

Hildebrant was almost up when the stone wall shook and the rock under his hand slipped.

Then he began to fall right into a bloody blob and before he knew cry of joy escaped from the children face mouth. It was the sound of pure happiness and glee that made Hildebrant turn his head just for him to watch as the body of being opened in the middle, revealing a perfect embryo-like membrane prepared to catch him.

Its tentacles also began to grasp any rock they could to try to bear the pressure of his fall.

For the first time, he felt as if he was falling right into the belly of the beast and when he finally hit the destination, he did not feel any pain he expected, instead, he felt a soft surface of flesh, that almost bounced him back but then darkness covered his vision.

Hildebrant knew what happened.

Monster closed the part of the body that welcomed him and now it was revoltingly trying to descend carefully on the ground so he would not hurt its master prey.

In the meantime, however, blood that touched him made blood vessels bloom on his skin and some even grew on his organs after he inhaled bloody sprouts that floated around.

They quickly cowered his skin and drilled into his flesh.

He was almost completely consumed when a small spark exploded from his chest flooding the entire body with flames.