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Atticus channeled more power into his spell, the sphere of light intensifying until it blazed with an almost painful brilliance. It cast long, dancing shadows on the pulsating flesh walls, revealing the grotesque network of glowing veins pulsing with demonic energy. The air crackled with a low hum that sent tremors through his bones.

The stench intensified, a sickening mix of decay and sulfur. Then, he saw them. Coiled within the organic walls, their forms barely glimpsed in the swirling light, were dozens of serpentine eyes. Glowing with an infernal red luminescence, they watched him with cold, predatory gazes.

A low hiss echoed through the passage, vibrating in Atticus's chest. One of the creatures, larger than the others, began to unwind itself from the pulsating flesh. Its body resembled a monstrous serpent, its scales a sickly obsidian black, and its forked tongue flickered like a coal in the dimness. Rows of razor-sharp teeth lined its maw, dripping with a bioluminescent slime.

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