A sharp crack echoed through the traitor's mind.
The fragile balance the traitor had struggled to maintain collapsed completely at that moment, and his already restless [spirituality] instantly boiled over.
In an instant, the traitor's flesh swelled to several times its original size.
His formerly hunched body became towering and...
Twisted!
Muscles that defied all normal understanding grew in diamond-shaped masses, one after another. His hunched back, in particular, gathered eighty percent of his body's flesh, making his entire "person" look impossibly slender, as though he were carrying an enormous shell.
A shell made of fleshy tumors.
Huff, huff!
Disheveled strands of hair hung down as heavy panting escaped the traitor's mouth, mixed with indistinct words.
"I'll kill you! Kill you!"
The voice was no longer Melville's alone. A trace of a woman's voice mingled with it, yet it also sounded mechanically synthesized.
It was piercing, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, or, even more so, plastic foam being rubbed hard against the ground.
Even Arthur couldn't help frowning when he heard it.
The attackers on the cliffs covered their ears and tumbled, one after another, from the cliffs surrounding the Manor.
They ended up almost no different from the first wave of attackers.
All were mangled masses of flesh, their bodies shattered.
Yet this pure death sound brought the mutated traitor pleasure, and laughter kept spilling from his mouth.
Then the corpses shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"That's it! That's it!
Death! Death!
Death is the final destination!"
The mutated traitor swelled again.
This time, however, the swelling was different.
Only the fleshy tumor on his back expanded. His slender body did not grow at all; instead, it grew even thinner. Before, it could still have been called a gaunt, elongated body.
Now, it was nothing