*Crunch!*  

“!”  

With a deafening sound, massive tentacle-like appendages erupted from the fallen zealot’s body.  

The grotesque limbs intertwined like a chimera, taking on a monstrous shape as a sinister and malevolent aura filled the air.  

The zealot’s human form had long since vanished.  

“For... for... for Prahalgal...”  

“It’s a dark god worshipper!”  

Giselle’s voice trembled as she shouted.  

Among the Empire’s many enemies, none were as insidious and twisted as dark god worshippers. Their minds were corrupted by their devotion to bizarre deities.  

*Shhh!*  

“Turn to steel, O cloak!” …