Shellia's breath caught as the two grotesque heads began to writhe. Muscles split, black ichor sprayed across the chamber walls, and a chorus of bone-cracking echoed like thunder. The male and female faces screamed in opposite tones—one guttural, one shrill—until their voices fused into a single monstrous shriek.
The two heads pressed together, melted in unholy fusion, and twisted into one. The result was a towering abomination: a single head, neither male nor female, stretched and warped, its features constantly shifting like molten wax. Its eyes glowed red-hot, veins pulsing with demonic corruption. The aura of dominance thickened, pressing down on everyone like a collapsing sky.
The corrupted church trembled, pillars groaning, and cracks zigzagged across the ceiling.
Veyra lifted her phantom blade. "So it grows uglier the more we cut it down. Typical."
