Mu Qinglan POV
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Twisted limbs, black ichor pouring from the bulging muscles filled with swollen black veins the size of a grown man's wrist. Each one throbbing and convulsing independently from the other as if thousands of tiny hearts beat one after the other.
My hands slipped on Endless Night's hilt, blood, sweat... I didn't care.
This thing wasn't a zombie anymore.
It was something else.
John's breathing lingered in my ears, a shallow, stubborn rhythm.
Badum-Badum... Badum-Badum.
His heartbeat grounded my turbulent emotions, kept me from drowning in the horror towering before us.
The monster's body is like a mixture of snakes wrapped together, forming the shape of a human, with two large, black blades—their edges shimmering in the night with a glint of moonlight.
"Freak..." I hissed under my breath.
The temperature dropped with my rising will to fight. My skin prickled as ice surged through my meridians in a slow yet erratic flow.
A storm was building inside me.
