At first, it looked like some kind of gigantic rotting mushroom.
But upon closer inspection, you would notice countless tiny tendrils and bulges on its surface, opening and closing with a certain rhythm, as if breathing.
In the core of this mass, two humanoid figures could vaguely be seen tightly entwined, seemingly in some kind of twisted embrace.
"We... survived..."
A voice emanated from the disgusting flesh mass.
The voice was muffled, yet it could faintly be recognized as Oliver's, though mixed with some strange sensation.
"Of course..."
Another voice arose, wet and viscous, like a liquid flowing through a narrow gap:
"That attack from Hayek was terrifying... but fortunately, the Holy Disc gave me something good..."
Cynthia's voice was even less human than before, with a peculiar note of euphoria.
The writhing mass gradually stretched and deformed, slowly revealing a more concrete form:
