Nothing could ever prepare the mind of a mortal to see something that fundamentally broke their idea of reality. Something that was this massive should not even exist!
How powerful would their frame have to be to support a weight over tens of thousands of tons and beyond, the hundreds of tiny red eyes on the face of the Akhuril seemed to be looking at every single direction with a depraved lust.
The body of the great beast began to undulate, as ripples like waves began spreading on its red armored shell that seemed impossible given the solid armor-like nature of its shell, but Augustus knew that the armor of the Akhuril was made up of trillions of six-foot chitinous plates that were as hard as Davross.
His eyes could see many tiny pores beginning to sprout on the back of the creature in their thousands and he knew what was coming next. From those pores tens of thousands of tiny critters that resembled the unholy combination of spider, scorpion, and a crab would appear.
