The enormous metallic construct staggered toward us; the current Longka was more than just a metal body.
Its metallic casing was bursting at the seams, with scales and folds flesh mixed with thick white gelatinous curls and moist grey eyeballs wriggling out from within.
The broken legs from before, shattered by Charles's power, had been replaced by some spider-crab-like giant limbs.
The smokestack that should have been billowing black smoke was completely extinguished, with only tentacles with suction cups and a green purulent liquid with sticky black hair coming out from it.
Charles wasn't paying attention to these details; his gaze was fixed on the central position in front of Swan, where there was a twisted feline vertical slit eye, two hundred meters tall.
Beneath that eye was a mouth of flesh, twice as large as the eye, with a mechanical tongue wrapped in flesh, hanging listlessly.
