A pained roar rang through the night sky, stirring the Gray Fog in the distance.
Nick's tremendous strength knocked the monster off balance and sent it stumbling back more than three meters.
"Crack." Kraun caught a faint, tiny sound, then saw two of the monster's fangs fly off.
The iron ball had smashed several cracks into the monster's head. Half its face was a bloody mess, and one eye was gone.
Dark red points of light glimmered in the Gray Fog. In the blink of an eye, streaks of blood rained down like a curtain, attacking the people and monster locked in combat.
The sudden attack disrupted the Father and the Witcher's rhythm, preventing them from following up against the monster.
The Father raised his tower shield to block the front, and Geralt dodged behind him.
The blood streaks hissed as they hit the tower shield, corroding it and leaving it pitted.
Taking advantage of the moment, the monster fled toward the Gray Fog, stopping at its edge to turn around.
It opened its mouth and made a sucking motion. Kraun felt a cold wind brush his back, sending a chill through his whole body.
He vaguely saw transparent shadows flying past, one after another disappearing into the monster's mouth.
Some of the shadows were human-shaped, while many others resembled beasts.
The eyes all over the monster's body glared venomously at the two people in front, then it turned and disappeared into the Gray Fog.
"#&@"
A language Kraun couldn't understand came from within the Gray Fog. Then the sound of hurried footsteps gradually faded away.
He stepped forward. "Was the monster being controlled by someone?"
Nick's face was ashen, as if water might drip from it. "A group of Cultists who worship the Great Old Ones. If I'm not