The Shoggoth's Transformation

Within this magic that could freeze even madness, the mountain beneath Frost's feet began to tremble violently.

When Shuang realized it, it was no longer just the mountain peak beneath her feet, but the entire mountain range.

You can see that the entire mountain range undulates up and down at a certain frequency, like a heartbeat, full of rhythm.

A sudden, indescribable sense of tension arose in Shuang's heart.

Was it an earthquake? Or did something happen in these mountains that I'm unaware of?

But whatever it is, shouldn't it all be frozen solid within one's own eternal freeze magic?

Her breathing gradually became rapid and hot, and her pupils involuntarily dilated. From the moment Shuang felt the unknown here, without even realizing it, her body began to feel afraid of this place.

However, this instinctive fear was quickly and completely swallowed up by a vast ocean of madness.

All the undulating mountains began to spew white mist from their cracks, and so did the frost all around and beneath its feet.

These fogs were unaffected by the permafrost, and looking at the mountains through them, Frost's perspective seemed to shift.

Everything was so hazy, everything was so unfamiliar.

A strange smell gradually filled the frozen air, indescribable but far heavier than the air itself. Frost felt as if she were sinking into a swamp.

Although she couldn't understand what it was, she instinctively knew that it was called madness!

Madness accompanied her every breath, seeping into every pore of her body, gradually taking over her entire being.

Frost's eyes, which had been frozen in millennia of ice, finally revealed a dark red hue that signified madness.

The scene before me, shrouded in a hazy mist, finally began to distort, revealing overlapping, illusory images.

It was as if everything was in motion, yet everything was frozen in time; or perhaps what was moving wasn't things themselves, but rather the endless madness within.

And now, the place that best represents madness, and is also the source of madness...

In that instant, Shuang felt as if the entire mountain range had come alive—its rhythmic pulsation, its breath-like white mist, its emanating aura of madness...

And there, I heard those deep, indescribable whispers coming from who-knows-where.

All these sensory experiences distorted the expression on Frost's face. She seemed to understand why the armies she had led before had become so frenzied; they had every right to be.

Shuang's extraordinary spirit granted her greater sanity resistance. In this moment where madness and reason coexisted, she already knew that it was absolutely impossible for her to leave here safely today.

"Haha, this kind of world... absolutely cannot become a stumbling block for us."

A final glint of determination flashed in Frost's eyes. "The rest is up to the hero."

As she finished speaking, blue patterns began to appear on Frost's body, radiating light that spread throughout her entire form.

A magic circle engraved all over her body was activated at this moment, and the power in the bodies of those mages or warriors who were frozen in time was drawn out.

It transformed into blue light, wandering in the air, and finally, guided by Frost, it all flowed into her body.

The power within Shuang's body surged ever higher, but this condensed power was not for her use.

Instead, it transformed into a "key," unlocking what was hidden within Shuang's body.

A divine aura emanated from her body; in an instant, her frost-covered hair danced in the wind, and her eyes shone with a blue light.

His entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation; even the madness in his eyes began to subside, a calmness akin to that of a god devoid of emotion.

Shen Hui was astonished by this scene; the other party was clearly transforming into a god.

But the mage named Frost isn't a deity. Could she be a deity from another world descended upon her, or is it Divine Power stored within her body?

Although Shen Hui couldn't figure out the reason for the moment, if the other party had completely transformed, unpredictable situations might arise.

Therefore, the best course of action right now is to engulf the opponent in madness before they completely transform into a deity.

This didn't require Shen Hui to do anything deliberately, because... the big one had already arrived!

Just then, the undulating mountain range seemed to come alive as Frost had imagined before, but this time it wasn't just a feeling, it really came alive!

An even more intense white aura, accompanied by heat, spewed out from the mountain crevices, melting large amounts of snow and exposing black rocks.

But the black rocks no longer hardened; instead, they gradually softened and began to flow like liquid.

The massive mountain range rises abruptly from the ground, transforming into enormous waves that crash against it one after another.

The boundless "mountain range" came to life at this moment, and Shuang, who had been watching all this with her emotionless eyes, could no longer suppress her boundless madness!

But the reason for the madness is not just that the "mountain" came to life, but that as the "mountain" rolled, it revealed the most authentic appearance beneath the black rocks.

Shuang's eyes were wide open to an unbelievable degree, filled with bloodshot veins like earthworms, and the veins on her forehead and near her temples were bulging.

Reflected in those eyes was an Unspeakable scene, one that Shuang would never forget.

Beneath the black rocks lay a nightmarish, glossy, viscous, gelatinous substance. Its amorphous form emitted a foul stench, writhing and flowing forward...

Within it shimmered a faint green light, like the eyes of a boil constantly bursting and reforming as it churned and flowed.

It resembles a gigantic entity, or perhaps a composite of endless viscous substances.

A terrifying tearing and scraping sound echoed in my ears, combining to create an eerie tone, like a roar from the most distant darkness.

It is both a mountain range and a mountain range is itself.

This unknown creature, which seemed to exist only in the wildest dreams, appeared right before our eyes.

With a single roll, the army trapped in permafrost was instantly swallowed up and crushed, their blood mixing with the gelatinous substance like blooming crimson flowers.

Experiencing the suffocating madness of permafrost, death would be a good thing for them, except that their consciousness is already trapped in incomprehensible torment of madness, and even a second feels like millions of years to them.

Frost trembled all over, an instinctive tremor. Blood streamed from her eyes, and the divine power within her seemed to be controlling her, as if she wanted to resist.

But at that moment, Shoggoth, who had just awakened, underwent another dramatic change.

The black gelatinous substance, shimmering with a greenish glow, became even more dazzling at this moment, emanating a divine aura.

The single color transformed into a vibrant tapestry of hues, and the pustules within completely transformed into eyes.

Countless eyes, densely packed together, stared intently at Frost from all directions and angles.