The Dead Saint's shrieks repeatedly tore through the torrent of flesh that was the Lorn crowd. Crimson light gleamed within its once-empty eye sockets.
Like searchlights, those two sockets cast their hateful glow upon the Lorn crowd.
Under the red light, the Lorn crowd's already grotesque bodies underwent even swifter, more erratic mutations. Bone spikes burst through their flesh, with no regard for whether they would hinder the movement of their bodies.
A new mouth grew within a great maw, and the two huge mouths devoured each other. Flesh all over their bodies split apart, only for new flesh to grow and repeat the cycle.
Sister Rys felt the Lorn crowd's frenzied agony. She noticed that a page in the book in her hands was glowing, and trembling, she tried to turn to it.
Then her action was interrupted by the Lorn crowd's complete collapse. This enormous amalgamation of flesh lost all vitality due to its rapid mutation and self-disintegration.
The entire beast was like a bowl of minced meat dumped onto a real estate model. One look was enough to make you feel that cleaning it up would be both troublesome and disgusting.
Rys lay amid the feebly twitching sludge of flesh. She found the book, felt along the wall, and tried to speak to them. "Everyone! Are you all right?! Are you alive?!"
"..."
Muttering, chaotic voices came from within. Rys could not understand what the Lorn crowd was trying to say, but she sensed that the day of everyone's release was near.
The Dead Saint landed atop the flesh sludge, opening its mouth to deliver the final blow to this wild specimen.
"..."
The flesh sludge trembled as it gathered into two quivering walls, shielding Sister Rys from the Dead Saint. Pools of ruined flesh slid down,