"Did that thing just swallow my Soul Servant?" Stephan's thoughts hammered against his skull, sweat beading down his forehead. "That… is one giant frog," he muttered, eyes locked on the monster.
It was like something ripped straight out of a nightmare, a hulking, wart-covered behemoth squatting in the cracked earth. Its leathery skin glistened, mottled with shades of sickly green and mud-brown. Its limbs were thick as tree trunks, ending in webbed claws tipped with black, hook-like nails. Each slow, rumbling breath it took puffed out clouds of foul, humid steam, and the stench of stagnant water and rotting meat rolled off it in choking waves. Its eyes , two bulging, golden orbs, locked on Stephan with the unblinking patience of a predator that had all the time in the world.
"What the fuck is that thing?!" Anna Mary yelled, stumbling back.
"It's a frog… darling," Salimi said with a sweet, knowing smile. "But a big one."
