Just then, a commotion broke out outside the Hotel.
Although the Hotel room was well soundproofed, they could faintly hear people shouting in alarm on the street.
Serizawa walked to the window, looking annoyed. "What are those people yelling about?"
He pulled back the curtains and looked down at the street.
Then he froze.
"Holy shit! What kind of monster is that?"
Serizawa cried out.
The others in the room looked at him curiously, then crowded around the window.
An eerie scene was unfolding on the street outside the Hotel.
Countless tentacles burst through the pavement. As if they had eyes, they reached for people on the street and wrapped them tight.
Most disturbing of all, the poor souls caught by the tentacles shriveled rapidly. Within seconds, they had become dried-out corpses.
Even Fubuki and the others found the apocalyptic sight unnerving.
Serizawa hurriedly opened the soundproof window, and the shouts and screams outside came through clearly.
And the horror was not confined to the street below them.
Serizawa stuck his head out and discovered that screams were coming from every direction. Fires had begun to flare up across the city.
People must have been caught off guard, or fires had broken out amid the frantic rush to escape.
A terrible disaster was sweeping the entire city.
After their initial shock, the group steadied themselves.
The sight was staggering, but it was not enough to make them panic.
Those tentacles posed no threat to espers with Psychic Powers of their caliber.
Once they had regained their composure, they began searching for the source of the disaster.
Whatever had caused it, the scene before them made one thing clear: this was no natural disaster.
Someone had to be behind it.
Before long, Tatsumaki's eyes widened.
"Found it!" Tatsumaki said, her expression