"The tendrils… they drilled into his body and are controlling him," Tyla muttered, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed Marco's distorted form. The dark tendrils that had pierced him now pulsed faintly beneath his skin, writhing like living veins.
"Looks like it left a fragment inside him," she continued, her tone calm yet tense. "That piece grew from within—like roots spreading through his nerves, linking to every part of his body. It's not just possession… it's parasitic control."
Yumina clenched her fists. Her gauntlets hummed with heat, but her expression faltered. "So Marco is… gone?" she whispered.
She had seen comrades fall before. But still seeing someone turned into something like this— it never got easier.
Tyla didn't answer right away. Her lips parted as if to speak, but then—
"AHHHHHH!"
A chilling scream ripped through the passage.
"Kurt!" Tyla shouted, spinning around.
