The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride
The wind dropped dead silent.
Raquelle stepped in front of us. “Wait…”
The earth split.
Right in front of us, roots burst from the soil, spiraling and twisting into form. Arms, legs, a torso. A thick chest bloomed from bark, and a head crowned with thorned vines bent down slowly to face us.
“What in the name of the goddess…” Muzan gasped.
Seven feet tall, with eyes made of moss and a growl that sounded like creaking wood under pressure. Its skin…if you could call it that, was bark laced with green veins, flexing as it stepped forward, shaking the ground with every step.
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