"Fuck!" At the sudden outburst, the other crew members of the Narwhal immediately looked toward their Captain, only to see his face had turned extremely grim.
"Ready! It's coming out!"
As soon as Charles finished speaking, his spider eyeball leaped out from the cabin, closely followed by the eerie monster from before.
The puppet, its head writhing like a serpent's, was utterly terrifying, to say nothing of the swollen, semi-transparent body beneath it.
The monster shot out before it even hit the ground, instantly changing direction and lunging straight for Charles.
Charles's body mutated rapidly, sprouting fur. With a flap of his leathery wings, he swiftly soared upward.
The crew's attacks had already begun, with all sorts of weapons tearing through the swollen, semi-transparent body.
When Deep tossed two grenades and the creature walked out of the smoke completely unscathed, Charles knew it was immune to physical attacks.
