'What kind of evolution causes this?' Liam wondered as he took in the sheer size of the creature before him.
The three-headed Gravecoil towered above the swamp, its massive body still half-submerged beneath the black-green water. Dark liquid streamed from its armored scales in heavy sheets, dripping from the jagged thorns along its ridges. Each of its heads moved with its own awareness, yet there was no disorder in their motion. They shifted like extensions of the same will, watching him from three angles at once.
'With the level of Myst I'm sensing from it, there's no doubt this thing is an Advanced Horror,' Liam concluded.
That made the most sense.
Considering how coordinated the lesser Gravecoils had been under the command of this monstrous one, Liam understood exactly what had happened. This creature had evolved beyond a regular Feral-class Gravecoil. It had climbed past mere instinct, developing enough intelligence and control to command its own kind.
