Ferry Crossing (4K)

Swine Two sat cross-legged above the magma, its form horrifying.

Under Wu Heng's mental command, a dark crimson ripple flashed across the layers upon layers of scarlet compound eyes covering its head, and they came alive.

Two clusters of dense, bizarre feelers extended from its eye sockets, frantically probing the surroundings like snakes' tongues.

Its withered face, like ancient tree bark, tilted slightly upward toward the rock layer above, formed from Blood Floss soil.

The six arms swaying behind its back like branches in the wind reached upward.

The muscles on its arms had knotted into dense cords, its biceps covered in a protective keratinous layer resembling lizard skin. They looked immensely powerful, yet exceptionally flexible.

It was the perfect fusion of strength and flexibility!

Rip—!

With the force of a seed breaking free from its shell, Swine Two's arms effortlessly tore through the crimson-filled rock layer overhead.

Its arms continued to extend, the six limbs transforming into six muscular octopus tentacles that spread upward.

Its cross-legged body rose upright with a boom!

Its feet stepped onto the magma below, but rather than sinking into the liquid rock, they floated on its surface.

A red circular ripple spread outward from beneath its feet.

As though it had stepped upon an invisible barrier, Swine Two's enormous, burly body suddenly shot upward, bursting onto the surface of the Otherworld.

Wu Heng was left alone in the open magma pit filled with red terror. He glanced at the wreckage before him and paid it no further mind.

His figure flickered like a television image distorted by an unstable signal, vanishing from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he was already on the black fog-shrouded surface layer of Silent Hill's Otherworld. Standing on Swine Two's shoulder, he looked down over the entire dark