A manticore…
Ark stared at the towering beast and he grabbed onto his bleeding chest.
It was the very definition of what an apocalypse beast should be, vile and twisted. It had the face of a lion and a voluminous mane that covered its entire neck.
Its fur was a mix of red and black making the creature look more menacing, it bore claws that were like those of eagles and a scorpion-like tail swayed behind it, its blue tip glistening in the moonlight.
The manticore took a step forward and I unfurled its large bat-like wings, obstructing the moon from view while Ark crawled backward.
His body felt on fire, it was like multiple pins were flowing through his bloodstream, rendering his body useless.
His breathing became hoarse and uncontrolled when the poison finally made its way to his lungs.
Ark was getting delirious, and suddenly, he lost control of his legs, and soon his entire body followed.
He could no longer move…
