Little Harry had finally witnessed the destructive power brought by psionic contamination.
He had originally thought that the end of the battle would mean the end of the disaster. But reality told him that the battle's end was merely the beginning of the disaster.
After the threats of Aberrant Doom and the One-Eyed Manifestation Monster had been contained, what they had to face were thousands upon thousands of aberrants surging out of the darkness like a tide.
They were not particularly powerful. Other than their numbers, they posed far less of a threat than Aberrant Doom, or even the one-eyed giant monster he had manifested. But this was a terrible sign.
The aberrants wearing all kinds of clothing showed that the contamination had begun to spread, rapidly expanding into the surrounding areas at a speed beyond anything they could imagine. Worst of all, they seemed completely powerless to stop it.
Black spikes like a porcupine's quills exploded from Little Harry's body, skewering the layers of aberrants surrounding him into strings of corpses. The only thing he was thankful for now was that this standard-issue Symbiote Suit could shift into countless forms at will like liquid, which was proving immensely helpful at this moment.
The Symbiote's innate resistance to psionic contamination also ensured that he, protected inside it, did not need to worry about being assimilated and reduced to one of the mindless, frenzied aberrants on the field.
"Can't you think of something?" Little Harry's voice rang in Big Harry's mind as the two communicated swiftly through the Symbiote network.
"Sorry. I'd like to say I can help, but this contamination is already out of control. That man must have done something to make the psionic contamination spread at such an insane rate. This is nothing like the records we have