The colossal shrimp loomed over the Black Lake, nearly blending with the night itself, yet impossible to ignore, exuding a terrifying demonic aura.
Its rugged shell, heavy as a mountain, was more profound than the night; even the Radiance of the Phoenix could not illuminate its details.
Merely gazing upon it for a moment felt as if countless cold hands were tearing at one's soul, dragging the observer's spirit into the Abyss of nightmares, to be permanently imprisoned and tormented.
No normal human imagination could conjure such a terrifying Magic Creature; it's a horror and oppression that cannot be conveyed through simple imagery, an ominous Nightmare that defies ordinary language.
The Hero looked down from the sky at the unmoving Nether Sea Dream, feeling a heavy heart.
She remembered the Divine Knowledge Saintess mentioning in the Church's Secret Scripture about the commonality of the Great Demon: the ravaging of the world, never allowing the existence of hindrances.
