A monstrous figure emerged from the depths of the forest, its presence suffocating and vile. Its towering stature resembled an ancient, rotting tree, but any resemblance to a typical giant ended there.
Its skin was cracked and split like decaying bark, with sticky spores and fungi growing from the fissures, glowing sickly shades of green and purple. Its face was even more grotesqueâone cheek had rotted away entirely, exposing twisted teeth and a skeletal jaw. Five eyes glimmered malevolently, two on its face, with the others sprouting from its forehead and temples, glowing a menacing crimson.
A massive hump grew from its back, constantly spewing a cloud of spores. Any creature inhaling this toxic miasma began to decay, their flesh rotting from within.
Its four arms were each in different states of decay. Some had bones protruding grotesquely, while others dripped with viscous, liquefied flesh. As it walked, the ground beneath its feet blackened and rotted, leaving behind only death and disease.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
When it opened its mouth, a dark, venomous mist spilled forth. Organs, barely held together by decomposed flesh, pumped out thick, black bile. Nothing survived where it tread.
Even with the spell, the noxious fog lingered stubbornly. It was no ordinary poison; its potency was unparalleled.
But the group had their own trump cards. Among them was Piote, who stepped forward, clasping his hands together.
âOh, Goddess, hear my prayer!â he intoned, and a radiant light of purification emanated from him. It far surpassed Jeromeâs spell, sweeping through the miasma with divine intensity.
Sizzle!
The holy flames burned away the poison mist instantly, cleansing even the toxins that had seeped into the bodies of the superhumans.
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