Why Are My Dreams Realistic?

C̸h̷a̵p̴t̸e̸r̴ 33 : S̷eraphim's World : (part 12)

'Swoosh!'

‘Clang!’ ‘Clang!

“Haa… Haa… Haa…”

The mass of flesh was out of breath between the monster that constantly warps between places as it continuously attacked. The taste of temptation beneath the undying pain as the souls screamed within the torn-out pieces of flesh that act as the combined souls' bodies.

'Swoosh!' 'Click… Boom!'

Repeated steps of the light that constantly swaps out of places. The Gryphon protected itself within the darkish aura it emitted between the many tentacles it created. The constant crackling of the tentacles hitting each other made an electric forefield enveloping its entire body.

'Groan!'

"Thou art I, a mere mortal, to eat the forbidden fruit of life inside another. Haa… Haa…”

The monster was emitting a dark air around itself, pulverizing anything near it. Its body was like a lycanthrope, but its face was like a lamprey. It cannot fully speak and can only create noises.

"GIAEKK!!!"

The Gryphon looks at an obscure monster resembling a hybrid of