As the dust cleared, true horror emerged.
It stood roughly eighteen meters tall, like a moving mountain of corpses.
Its body was covered in black skin riddled with cracked patterns. That was not reflected light, but a glow shining from within, like corpse fire on rotting remains.
The stark white bone spikes bulging beneath its skin were not arranged neatly. They tore through its surface in twisted, agonized shapes. The longest extended more than seven meters from its shoulder blades, while even the shortest jutted two meters out from its joints.
The tip of every bone spike burned with a phosphorescent red flame.
The flames were silent and cold, instead absorbing the heat around them.
Tiny ice crystals formed in the air along the flames' edges as the temperature plummeted, refracting an eerie halo beneath their glow.
Most suffocating of all was its head.
Countless bone spikes pierced through and twisted around its skull like a savage crown. Its jaw was abnormally developed, packed with fine, dense teeth, while its eye sockets were completely empty.
There were no pupils, only bottomless black holes. Anyone who stared into them felt their gaze forcibly dragged inside, as though their soul were about to be torn apart.
The instant it stood there, every flame within a three-hundred-meter radius turned red and became motionless.
They had not gone out. They had been "frozen."
Ghostfire—how could Ghostfire burn with the high heat of ordinary flames?
Li Dan called this form "Netherbone." It was Hell Wendigo's complete form after Ghostfire erupted at full power. It slowly turned its head.
Its hollow eyes swept across the area.
The Umbrella Corporation forces under its gaze displayed a bizarre reaction.
It was not fear, but a deeper, physiological collapse. Three soldiers suddenly threw down their weapons and began clawing