A great monster appeared before them, with long muscular appendages, veins running above the skin as a strange liquid meant to be blood pumped throughout its body.
Mechanical parts were stuck to the beast's massive arms, short legs protected by metal casings, the monster's only sense being sight.
Instead of a head, the humanoid creature had a great eyeball where its neck should begin, hunching over to glare at the trio with a cyclops' bloodshot eye.
"This is Stigmata?" Raymond asks, stepping back as the beast stared, giving them a moment to speak as it examined the three with its bulging eye.
Sara nods, answering him by referring to elven history she was taught.
"A monster created by ancient Elven alchemists, who also built Ailsbury five hundred years ago during the war. All the people who lived here were absorbed when they tried to create a super weapon."
Hearing this, Xander couldn't help but smile, seeing an opportunity for himself as he shouted loudly at the beast.
"As a warrior of justice, allow me to free the souls kept prisoner in this amalgamation!"
A volley of fireworks launch, screeching as they flew towards the monster at high speeds. Striking the beast its eye shuts, its arms moving to cover its own face as it stepped back.
Mechanical parts forged into its hands began to stir, metal wheels turning, cogs embedded into the beast's skin. It was unknown whether the beast could feel pain, no reaction coming from the monster as many iron rods poked out from under its skin.
Sparks formed, the irons rods retaliating against Xander by zapping him with thousands of volts of thunder, frying him to a torched crisp before he could even react.
"Xander!" Sara shouts, coming to his aid and quickly searching through her medicine bag for something to revitalize him.
Raymond took it upon himself, distracting the monster by circling around it, launching pieces of shattered metal made by the impact of Xander's rockets.
"Look at me!"
The beast did as he shouted, turning around, opening its hands as it charged towards him. Squishing Raymond between its hands the mechanical parts all shuddered, metal twisting and breaking, its own veins bursting from the heavy impact.
Opening its palms the singular eye examined the scarred skin of its hands, realizing there was no splattered human crushed between its palms.
Looking down the eye reacted quicker than its body, Raymond leaping up, giving the monster a heavy spinning kick to the eye.
Behind the monster was Sara popping open a glass bottle, holding it upside down and splashing the liquid inside all over Xander's face.
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Drifter to Another World | Volume 1
FantasíaRaymond Mont finds himself facing his own autopsy, being sent to another world by a mysterious figure. From there he's thrown into a fantastical mess of a strange floating world and surprising political intrigue.
