Dark snakes surged toward Alan like a violent tempest, swallowing him whole in the very next second. More and more dark snakes piled on top of each other until a small mountain of writhing serpents formed right where Alan had been standing—a true sight to behold for anyone with trypophobia.
Asmodeus flicked its forked tongue and watched quietly, knowing full well that Alan could not be defeated so easily.
Just as it anticipated, it wasn't long before the small snake mountain exploded from the inside out.
Chapter 47