Commander Oh prayed under his breath, as he stilled his expression.
The shadow in the haze grew and grew again, as if there was no end to it.
Our gaze followed it as it grew into something huge, something of unknown origin.
It roared, no more like a shriek. A loud shriek that could be compared to a tire screeching heavily against a wet concrete road.
A guttural sound that shook the tunnel and made my bones rattle inside the suit.
I clutched my gun.
Why did I even agree to come again? Ah, right. I have to protect Sung-min.
The creature finally lurched into full view.
And by lurched, I mean it tore out of the haze like a nightmare that had been fed nothing but steroids and fermented despair.
It was massive—easily the size of a small excavator—with a body like stitched-together shadows struggling to hold a shape. Its limbs were long, jointed backward, and its head… its head split into three vertical jaws drooling thick black slime that hissed when it hit the warm floor.
