Ahead, through the ruins, a dry wind swept along the ground, carrying rust-like debris.
Collapsed eaves and broken railings lay everywhere. Rebar and car shells were piled together, like rotten turtles floating on water. Visible traces of rust slowly spread across the steel, creating an indescribable yet unmistakable impression: the steel was rotting, and it gave off a strong, fishy stench of rust.
Mental radiation, almost condensed into a solid substance, swirled around the area, carving spiral ripples into the ground.
From the outside inward, everything grew clearer and clearer, guarding a silent monster in the middle.
The monster sat quietly on the only relatively intact staircase in the surrounding area. At the end of the stairs stood a worn red sofa. The monster sat on it in silence, tall and massive, with crimson skin and knotted muscles. Two long goat horns grew from its head, which hung low against its chest. It did not move at all, looking like a stone statue.
It seemed to be crouching quietly in this place without moving, but every change in every inch of the vast area around it was faintly connected to its body, as if its true body was this entire area rather than the physical form sitting there.
After crouching motionless for a long time, it suddenly raised its head slightly.
The skin at its temple abruptly split open, and a huge eyeball rolled back and forth inside the flesh.
Then the pupil suddenly contracted, fixing on a certain spot.
In the dark-red air in the distance, a clump of twisted air appeared and quickly formed a huge black shadow.
It slowly approached.
Only when it drew near could it be seen clearly. The shadow was actually a twisted, chaotic monster resembling a mass of blood vessels. Countless blood vessels