Low-Brow Fear (10)
There was nothing explicit, but it was enough to shake an ordinary person's sanity.
Below the waist, they were indeed legs, but they belonged to a completely different picture from the upper body.
Smooth and wet, some round, others flat, dozens of them tangled and crisscrossing like soaked vermicelli.
The name Jellyfish Vampire had originally been nothing more than a visual comparison, but now, at a glance, it actually seemed real.
There was no doubt about it: the parts hidden beneath the black robe looked exactly like jellyfish tentacles.
So much so that the upper body, which had looked human no matter how you saw it, now made you instinctively imagine a giant jellyfish's head, pressed into the shape of a human by some mold.
And that wasn't even the strangest part. As they extended farther down, all those tentacles actually split into two bundles like legs, finally converging into a pair of shoes at the very bottom.
Elegant and bright red, they were the only things this mysterious being wore.
"What the hell is going on... Don't think you're going to keep it all for yourself!
Don't forget, I'm the one who brought you here... Wolf."
It was clear enough that he could see something. Batters, who was just as wide-eyed at the sight, finally couldn't hold back and shouted.
He had a point. If he'd taken the robe off his head while saying that, he might have sounded a little more imposing.
Though he'd been putting on a bold front the whole way here, it wasn't hard to tell that Batters wasn't especially brave.
There was a straightforward example right in front of them: if he really had that much courage, why had he gone out of his way to find two teammates?
Was it