Through the spirit mediums under Sarah's command, the group had established psychic surveillance in an extremely covert manner. Combined with the high-tech miniature detectors deployed by Jack's team, under Internet Addiction's integration, these three overlapping methods complemented one another, painting the horrifying scenes inside Tranquil Valley Sanitarium like a tableau of hell.
The images were displayed clearly on the screens in the temporary command center inside the barn.
From the footage, it was clear that the auxiliary building had been transformed into a massive biological laboratory.
Rather than a sanitarium, it looked more like a slaughterhouse filled with stainless steel, glass, and writhing chunks of flesh.
Inside transparent isolation chambers were imprisoned "test subjects" of every conceivable form.
Some patients were covered in malignant tumors that pulsed as though alive, secreting viscous liquid that gave off a faint glow.
Others had suffered mutations in their limbs, their bones twisting and proliferating beneath shells resembling chitin.
Still others were trapped in a constant cycle of decay and rapid regeneration, letting out agonized howls muffled by soundproofing.
At that moment, Pestilence Rider was moving among them under the alias Doctor Green, dressed in an immaculate white lab coat.
Bald and looking like a middle-aged villain, when focused, he instead resembled a fanatical scholar absorbed in his own world.
But his eyes were terrifyingly calm. As he recorded data and adjusted instrument settings, it was as if he was not facing suffering lives, but batches of code awaiting optimization.
At times, he held an ancient flask set with emeralds.
That was the source of his power, one manifestation of the Pestilence Ring, guiding the intertwined forces of filth and vitality into the test subjects' bodies.
"Damn it." Dean stared at a child on the screen who had been forcibly transformed into something half-plant,