"Hiss...!" The sound was not loud, yet it could still be heard clearly amid the flow of cold air through the passage. It sounded like the stirring of countless insect legs.
As that eerie sound rose, the same strange noise began sounding one after another from every place in the passage where the little monsters' fragments had piled up. It was not loud, but it merged into one continuous sound.
A dried chunk of flesh covering a Glow Stick seemed to twitch at the sound.
Then the sound rang out again, and thin Black Lines began growing from the dried flesh as it started making a "Hiss~!" sound.
The little monsters that had already been smashed into bits all seemed to change in the cold wind of the passage. They began to writhe. Thin Black Lines gradually grew between the fragments, connecting them, drawing them closer, and stitching them together until they finally merged into a single piece.
Regardless of size, all the fragments gradually joined together through those thin Black Lines. Little by little, they reformed into the little monsters' torsos, lower limbs, upper limbs, and heads!
The dried flesh that had been shattered and blasted apart by bullets gradually connected again, slowly restoring itself into little monsters. At the places where bullets had struck or shrapnel remained, thin Black Lines made faint sounds as the dried flesh squirmed, squeezing bullet heads and other foreign matter out of the meat.
With a "plop," the chunks of flesh that had expelled the bullets and other materials gradually repaired their wounds under the effect of the black threads, returning to their original dried state!
After a long time, the little monsters' shattered bodies finally returned to normal one by one. However, the restored little monsters still lay motionless on the ground.