From what he could see, the red skeleton seemed stuck.
Its lower body was still fused with the remains of the octopus corpse and unable to move.
It only flailed its bony arms blindly, not taking a single step.
It was also smaller, one size down from when it was an octopus.
Its movements were slow and sluggish.
Compared to the earlier form that controlled countless tentacles, this thing didn't seem nearly as threatening.
But when he blinked his eyes and checked the colors of the world again, he almost clicked his tongue.
Red.
Even though he had just fired off a ridiculously dangerous spell, the magic color around them wasn't blue or purple.
It was bright and suffocating red.
More accurately, that skeleton was pouring out an endless flood of red corrupted magic into the air and spreading it further with every second.
If they left it alone like this, a new Calamity-class monster would definitely be born soon.
