The Flesh of Kanakht was like a force of nature, unstoppable and seemingly inevitable. Its ghastly body was like a mountain… a ferocious mountain that was full of frenzied malevolence and hunger, overcome by an insatiable greed to assimilate all living beings into its hideous expanse.
At the same time, it mended and restored itself no matter what grievous wounds were dealt to it, indifferently shrugging off attacks that would have destroyed entire cities, if not continents.
The colossal vessel of the Great Titan was only half a problem, too. There was also the undulating, revolting mass of red flesh that expanded outward from where it stood on the fractured shore, slowly consuming the Palace Island as it grew.
Sunny hated to admit it, but he was honestly at a loss.
How were they supposed to stop that boundless horror?
