The darkness allowed Maeve to conceal herself, but it also limited her view of her surroundings.
Even with her darkvision, it was still no match for being somewhere bright, and she would miss many details.
-That was how it should have been.
"Clara, your [Spirit Vision] is so useful," Maeve could not help marveling again.
With Clara's [Possession], she could actually share the ability of [Spirit Vision].
And that was not all. She had still been a little dizzy when she first landed, but Clara was unaffected by the surroundings and could help her look around and guide her.
"I see a big mass of... uh, flesh in there." Clara's voice was hesitant. "Be careful. I can't tell whether those are sacrificed children or Cultists!"
The Cultists of the Genesis School could barely maintain human form, but they generally only did so when they wanted to conceal their identities.
These people had already lost their human concepts and emotions during their first genesis. They preferred to exist in their original forms: great masses of grotesquely twisted flesh.
More than half the Cultists here were in that form.
"Is it low rank?" Only after asking and finding Clara at a loss did Maeve remember that this was her first time on a battlefield, so she rephrased the question:
"Is it as big as the one Elsa is fighting?"
"No, it's quite a bit smaller!"
"Then it's low rank. The one fighting Elsa is at least middle rank."
Reassured, Maeve followed Clara's guidance and slammed the door open.
Although she had already braced herself, Maeve still froze at the sight inside the room.
A layer of half-dried blood covered the floor. It actually felt soft underfoot; there was no telling how many layers had accumulated.
In the center stood a stone bed,