The demon seemed to be activated, becoming agitated after catching the scent of Lorenzo's blood.
The bloated flesh squeezed into the narrow corridor, writhing madly as it moved forward. Due to the high temperature of its skin, the metal walls turned red and melted, with liquid metal splashing around, a terror straight from Hell.
"Arthur, you'd better back off a bit!"
The demon's desire to attack was visibly heightened. Its twisted arms clawed at the ground, trying to propel its massive body forward. The sharp claws dug into the metal, dragging itself along with force, steadily advancing.
Finally, it burst out of the corridor.
For the first time, its massive body appeared completely before Lorenzo's eyes. It was a mass of twisted flesh, with countless arms twisted and thrashing about wildly. These innumerable, misshapen arms completely covered the surface of the flesh.
Like a terrible nightmare, yet unfortunately, this dream was impossible to wake from.
