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Why did his limbs not obey the screaming of instinct the instant that shifted within the gloom?
It was a scaled monolith. Grotesque, terrifying stately at once. Unblinking and utterly silent.
Those yellow, slitted eyes fixed upon Eli with the same calculating focus reserved for glass-encased specimens, the same surgical intensity that sought to dissect him across the dinner table. Wretched remains of a genius who overstepped the forbidden; the man he once trusted turned into a beast.
Recognition didn't stay the violent shudder, the nauseating lurch as the monstrous silhouette loomed over him.
Why, then, did he step closer?