Tiny robots faithfully recorded the monster battle through their cameras, broadcasting it via Sepulk and Channel 52 signals to every corner of Earth for survivors with the means to watch.
Not only could they witness the changes now taking place across the world, they could also listen to the passionate commentary of Channel 52's star anchors and enjoy sign language performances as dazzling as sleight of hand. In the apocalypse, was that not a wonderful thing?
With a program of such high quality, if a crosstalk comedian were watching TV right now, he would not even feel bad if zombies were chewing on his father outside the door.
Guided by the principle of elegance over vulgarity, the Zombie Giant Beast first performed a ballet for the Spider Monster.
Though it now stood over a hundred meters tall and weighed more than three hundred thousand tons, when it danced, its limbs stretched gracefully and its movements were beautiful. Like a black butterfly, it circled its enemy, spinning, leaping, its eyes closed.
Of course, the giant beast's body had no eyes in the area resembling a "head," only a huge red Omega symbol. But it was formed from the fusion of countless zombies, and the zombies half-exposed across its body all held out their arms with their eyes shut, their blue-gray faces seemingly filled with rapture.
"Wuh?!"
The Spider Monster was clearly dumbfounded. Obviously, in its long life, it had never encountered such a bizarre enemy. The other side's silky movements and incomprehensible footwork maintained distance while displaying nothing but elegance. It had no idea what was going on.
The enemy had clearly been much stronger than it during their earlier clash, so why was it not attacking? What was this supposed to be?
"There are precedents for dancing on the battlefield.