A colossal, bound entity ,its form in constant flux, as if reality itself refused to settle on what it should be. One moment, it was a mass of abyssal flesh, slick and otherworldly, adorned with shifting, starlit scales. The next, it was an ethereal mist, its form dispersing into the air before solidifying once more.
Its spiraling appendages drifted like phantom limbs, their bioluminescent fins casting eerie lights upon the chamber. The curling fractal horns atop its head crackled with energy, static storms frozen in perpetual motion.
But it was the eyes that held Lumian still.
Vast whirlpools of light and darkness, endless voids that pulled at the soul.
The moment he locked onto them, his entire body rejected the creature's existence.
A deep, visceral hatred rose within him,an instinctual loathing that had no logic, no origin.
His hands clenched into fists.
He wanted to kill it.
He didn't know why.