V2: Chapter 161: The Arrival of the Tentacle
Doris's expression remained grave throughout the journey. She was about to return to that nightmarish place, a place she never wanted to recall.
Doris easily reached the beach. Her mole had slipped the "potion" she had given them into the others' drinks—actually her blood, capable of creating temporary illusions. She only needed to seize the high-level tentacle before the magicians awoke from their illusions.
Evening.
Doris stood on that familiar yet unfamiliar beach.
The sea, as night fell, revealed its most terrifying side, like nature's deepest, most unfathomable roar.
The sky was obscured by thick, dark clouds, swallowing the moonlight and starlight, leaving only boundless darkness and oppression. The sea breeze, no longer a gentle murmur, transformed into a wild roar, carrying a biting chill and the salty taste of the seawater, relentlessly pounding the shore. Each impact was like a colossal beast angrily crashing against its cage.
In this endless darkness, the waves became exceptionally ferocious. No longer gentle blue-green ribbons, they transformed into gigantic black monsters, rolling and roaring, chasing and devouring each other, as if waging an endless war. A pale light shimmered on the crests of the waves—moonlight—occasionally piercing through the clouds, its fragmented shadows added to the eeriness and terror.
From the sea, eerie sounds echoed intermittently. Was it the groaning of the sea against the rocks, or the low murmurs of unknown creatures from the deep sea?
These sounds were amplified infinitely in the silent night, sending chills down one's spine, as if countless unseen eyes were watching everything from the darkness.
In the distance, a blurry shadow seemed to move slowly across the horizon, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Was it a mirage, or the trail of Cthulhu?
Doris already knew the answer in her heart; they added another layer of mystery and fear to the terrifying sea.
“I’m here.”
Doris spoke calmly to the sea before her. “They said I should wait for you here. If you don’t come out soon, I might not be able to take you away.”
Doris was terrified, terrified of the figure’s appearance. Her body began to tremble violently, but she forced herself to remain calm, clenching her fists, her face gradually turning pale.
“Huff…”
She took a deep breath, her gaze hardening once more.
Everything was for her son.
A mist gradually rose around them.
At first, the mist was only a thin layer, gently clinging to the horizon, like an invisible veil, blurring the boundary between sea and sky. But as time passed, the fog seemed to come alive, spreading at an alarming rate and gradually engulfing the entire coastline.
It was no longer light and airy, but thick and viscous, almost tangible, instilling a sense of oppression and unease.
Within the fog, the remaining light became distorted and eerie, as if kneaded at will by an invisible hand. Distant scenery, shrouded in fog, became blurred, appearing and disappearing like a mirage, ethereal and unreal.
On the sea, the once clear wave lines were swallowed by the fog, leaving only a chaotic and profound expanse, too dark to look at directly.
The sea breeze, cutting through the fog, brought a biting chill and an indescribable stench—a mixture of seawater, seaweed, and other unidentifiable substances, a mixture that, amplified by the fog, became even more intense and nauseating.
The wind seemed to carry whispers and wails—were they the vengeful spirits of the deep sea searching for an escape, or the agonizing roars of something indescribable?
Doris didn't know; her mind was a jumbled mess.
Would she be confronted next by that superior tentacle, or by the thing she least wanted to see? If it was the thing she least wanted to see, how could she escape? She couldn't escape, there was no way she could.... She would surely be killed, surely swept into the sea!
A thin layer of sweat beaded on Doris's forehead. As time passed, the sweat rolled down her cheeks, slid down her chin, and finally fell onto the sand.
She hadn't felt this fear in a long time.
It seemed that spending too much time as a human made her forget that she was originally a monster. Doris gave a bitter smile; this was her fate, one she had to accept.
Sometimes, she wished she were a normal human, so that her son wouldn't be implicated by her.
On this beach shrouded in an eerie mist, time seemed to slow and weigh heavily on the mind. Every second was filled with the unknown and fear, making it difficult to take a step. Even the bravest person would feel a chill in the mist, involuntarily quickening their pace, wanting to escape this heart-stopping scene.
As the eerie mist on the beach continued to churn and converge, an unprecedented sight quietly appeared. In this hazy, gray-white world, something enormous seemed to be slowly rising from an endless abyss, challenging humanity's limits of the unknown.
It appeared.
Doris's heart pounded as she stared intently at the colossal figure before her.
It couldn't be it...
It couldn't be it...
It couldn't be it!
Doris felt her mind crumbling. She hadn't fallen into an illusion, and the thing hadn't even appeared yet, but the immense psychological pressure had already overwhelmed her.
First to appear were several slender tentacles, silently piercing the thick fog like ghostly fingers reaching out from the night, carrying an irresistible power.
These tentacles were covered in a slippery, slimy substance, shimmering with an eerie blue light in the dim light, both mysterious and chilling. They swayed gently in the air, seemingly probing their surroundings.
Then, more tentacles emerged from the fog, intertwining and weaving together to form a vast, intricate network.
Some tentacles were as thick as pillars, while others were slender and agile.
Their movement was slow yet powerful, possessing an indescribable elegance and harmony.
As the tentacle's body gradually emerged from the fog, it was enormous and terrifying.
Its form was a gigantic sphere woven from countless tentacles, lacking a defined head or limbs, only endless tentacles constantly writhing and stretching.
The tentacles were covered with a thick layer of anemone-like tentacle tissue that constantly opened and closed, releasing a strange, highly corrosive liquid.
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