~Omniscient
The monster should have been dead.
Its flesh had melted, its armor had split like stone under fire, yet the ground still trembled as the black remains began to stir again. The liquid clumped together, quivering with purpose. Steam hissed through the cracks where its bones began to re-form, one piece after another. Tendons stitched across glowing ribs, veins filled with molten blood. The forge light caught its half-made face—half skull, half sneer—and the sound that came from it was not a roar but a laugh dragged through lava.
Laurent stood a few paces away, body still, eyes dark with disbelief. Nothing he’d ever fought had come back like this. He exhaled once, quiet, resigned.
Then his hand lifted. He didn’t have the energy to face this monster for a second time so why not
