It resembled a moving hill of internal organs, over ten meters tall, with no distinct head. Its body consisted of countless fleshy valves that continually opened and closed, streaming with acidic mucus.
At the center of the valves was a gigantic mouth over three meters in diameter. Instead of teeth, it contained layers upon layers of rapidly spinning bony grinding discs.
It moved by rolling, each pass across the ground leaving behind a smoking trench that had been completely corroded away.
What its body radiated was not pressure, but a pure, ravenous hunger for material existence, as though it wanted to devour everything before it.
Then strange ripples spread through the dense fog.
Dreamweaver's figure flickered in and out of sight.
It had no fixed form, resembling more a viscous mist of light that constantly shifted in color and shape.
Countless translucent tentacles, somewhere between matter and energy, extended from the mist. At the tip of every tentacle was a slowly rotating eyeball.
It did not approach, merely hovering in midair as those eyes focused at once. Invisible psychic fluctuations spread outward like a tide.
Several demon hunters with weaker mental fortitude let out muffled groans. Their eyes instantly lost focus, while eerie smiles or extreme terror appeared on their faces. They began turning their guns on their companions or blankly walking toward the edge of the rift.
"It's mental contamination! Close your eyes and activate your mental defenses!" Renault shouted at Doctor, while he himself was hit by a powerful wave of dizziness and auditory hallucinations.
Borax bullets and ordinary energy weapons had barely any effect on the Abyss Chewer.
Its fleshy valves possessed astonishing regenerative abilities and energy resistance. Any wound blasted open would be filled with fresh flesh buds within seconds.
Dreamweaver was even more incorporeal; physical