When Life Hands You a Stick

Zain walked deeper into the factory, the air thick with a rotten smell.

His eyes widened as he saw the Sporelord standing at the center.

It was massive, shaped like a giant frog, its skin covered with thick bone armor.

On its back, large fleshy sacs expanded and contracted, oozing with black-green slime.

Long tendrils dripped with venom, swaying in the air.

Its mouth split in four directions, jagged teeth gnashing and drooling acidic bile.

A single giant eye glowed on its head, and smaller eyes blinked all over its body.

Zain's lip curled. "Disgusting beast."

He pulled out two handguns, the barrels glowing with [Heavenly Demon Ether].

"I don't want to touch you."

The Sporelord turned its giant eye on Zain, rage burning bright.

It shook its body, letting out a low, rumbling growl.

Zain narrowed his eyes. "Come on, then."