The sight made me nauseous.
Ahar's appearance was changing as he ran.
Hair grew across his bulging veins, and his muscles became larger.
Wriggle, wriggle.
The sound of twisting muscle reached us despite the distance.
It sounded so terrifying that chills ran down my spine.
No human should sound like that.
"Wh-What is that?"
"Run instead of asking questions!"
Mahol's screaming question made me yell in reply.
Ahar was too fast.
The distance was closing, although Beatrice was buffing us up with her magic to increase our speed.
'He seems to have lost his sense of reason.'
Looking at his pupilless eyes, I got a good sense of his state.
The single hit from the hatchling seemed to have knocked out his sense of reason, and the thought of killing us now consumed him.
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