The Mind Geist looked less like a creature and more like a mistake that had been allowed to grow.
A gigantic mold of flesh had overtaken the cavern, swollen and cancerous, spreading from floor to ceiling like a grotesque infection.
There was no clear boundary where its body ended and the cavern began, walls, ground, and ceiling were all fused together by layers of pale, semi-translucent meat.
Thick folds sagged downward, while others stretched upward, anchoring themselves like roots driven into stone.
It didn't move in any conventional sense.
Instead, it pulsed.
Slowly at first…
thump… thump…
Each pulsation sent ripples through the flesh-lined cavern, the walls flexing as if the place itself were breathing. But the moment Adam stepped fully into the chamber, the rhythm changed.
The pulsations became deliberate, frantic, as though the thing had finally found prey worth acknowledging.
