Chapter 233

Albus sat frozen on the ground, horrified at the creature before him. Standing nearly ten feet tall, the creature was little more than a skeleton covered with thin, dry, greenish skin. Its head was grotesquely misshapen, dominated by a single, large, red eye hanging above a mouth full of sharp, protruding teeth that gleamed with a cold light. Its limbs were twisted and disproportionate, ending in massive claws with knife-like nails, while dozens of jagged bone spikes jutted out from its back. The creature emitted a putrid stench of decay, its aura thick with death—a terrifying sight. "Is this the Netherborn?" Albus thought, wide-eyed and trembling. Suddenly, the creature's eye swiveled toward him, and it scratched its hind claws against the ground. Albus' entire body shuddered. The creature charged toward him in the blink of an eye, stopping just short of his position. "Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!" Albus stammered, scrambling backward in terror. But the creature mer