Chapter 662

A head made entirely of countless twisted, interwoven bone hands rose from the depths, like a ghostly flower unfurling from the ocean floor.

This head had no face; just eyes and a mouth. Its eye sockets were two bottomless black holes, and where its mouth should have been was a gaping horizontal maw, rimmed with jagged, uneven bone hands.

The bone hands writhed slowly; some opening, some curling,