Even weakened, the Flesh of Kanakht was fearsome.
It was enormous. Its power was like a natural calamity. Its vitality seemed boundless, and its Will was like a vast ocean, reshaping the world around the Great Titan to excuse its existence.
Worse than that, its grotesque body was infinitely malleable, mutating at a startling speed to answer the demands of combat. That made the hideous abomination utterly unpredictable, and therefore many times more dangerous.
But worst of all was the fact that the Flesh of Kanakht could grow. It infected any living being — or a semblance of a living being — it could reach, then made them a part of itself.
'I can't let it touch me.'
After witnessing the fate of his Shell, Sunny felt quite disturbed. He was not at all confident that his body would be able to resist the Flesh of Kanakht, even if it had been altered by Weaver's lineage.
