In the center of the space stood a figure, shrouded entirely in a black robe, their face obscured.
The person seemed to be conducting some sort of ritual, tracing mysterious symbols with their hands in front of their chest, while chanting a certain ancient spell.
As the spell progressed, the person's appearance also began to transform.
The body under the black robe twisted, constantly extending and retracting limbs of various shapes;
Sometimes they were spiky tendrils, sometimes clawed with scales, sometimes muscles covered with countless eyes.
The entire process was filled with nauseating visual impact, like a person being forcibly fused with the traits of several different creatures.
"The Awakened..." Lady Allen's gaze turned cold, filled with disgust.
The Abyss Awakened have always been a thorn in the side of various schools.
