Iffy stared with pallid eyes, raging madly, while the sprouts of tentacles emerged from his severed limbs. Although they hadn't fully formed, they began to intertwine swiftly, like multiple strands of muscle twisting into a braid, trying to fend off the invisible, silent slaughter by increasing their density.
But even if he could fend off one or two attacks, what good would it do?
No matter how incredibly fast Iffy's regenerative ability had become, under Rhein's absolute power, his resistance did not cause any ripples.
With a thunderous roar, the sphere atop Iffy's head shattered into fragments, and his head traced a parabolic path through the air, bouncing three times before finally landing in front of Rhein.
His mouth was still agape, revealing sharp teeth; from his pallid eyes dribbled a foul-smelling green liquid.
Though the visage was fierce, in this final moment, to Rhein and Sanders, there appeared a sense of transcendence.
