Chapter 116: Dream or Illusion?

"Wh-what a huge snake!" Stefan Zimmerman's pupils pinched tight. It felt like a bucket of ice water hit him, leaving him cold to the bone. The serpent's head was thicker than a barrel, a sharp inverted triangle. Its eyes glowed a dusky red, bigger than lanterns. Its tongue flicked like a whip, long and slick with black-brown corrosive fluid. Fangs curved like the Reaper's scythes, gleaming with a lethal poison. It thrust its head out of the Black Mist, menace boiling off it in waves-as if a primordial...