Hearing Anna say this, the massive deformed tentacles slowly wriggled, and more and more eyes emerged from within, looking around with intense curiosity.
Finally, all the eyes simultaneously turned to the bright full moon in the sky, squinting slowly.
"Yes... that's exactly what's strange to me. There are no such things on the Earth's surface where I am. This is a problem."
"Oh my God." Anna, looking a bit annoyed, rubbed her forehead, pacing back and forth on the lake surface.
"What on earth have you been up to since I left Earth Sea? After all this time, are you still being so reckless?"
Charles didn't answer; the massive tentacles continued to proliferate, and the eyes on them gradually formed eye stalks, growing upward through the flesh.
The previously terrifying flesh of the tentacles was constantly changing, ultimately becoming a grotesque tree of flesh and blood, the deformed fleshly limbs continually proliferating, making the trunk more and more luxuriant.
