The figure of the [Hatred Demon – Nightmare] had fully manifested now.
It stood not far from Alex, its twisted body flickering like dark waves, completely forged from shadows.
Although it was identical in shape and design to the original Hatred Demon, the same hulking frame, same jagged horns, same clawed arms that pulsed with hatred, the way it moved was utterly different.
Its body flowed like liquid darkness, constantly shifting, as if the shadows themselves were struggling to stay together in its monstrous form.
Alex didn't say much.
"...Ah, shit."
He knew right away what this meant.
He wasn't stupid, if something like this appeared in the [Depths], then it meant one thing, he would have to face it.
There was no room for discussion, no chance of fleeing.
It was here, and now he would be forced to fight.
And if this nightmare version had even half the power of the original Hatred Demon, then he was in serious trouble.