Everything has ended.
Sir Philip stood in a secret bunker room located underground at the Forward Base, his gaze lingering on the platform in the center of the room — the platform's center was sunken, its edges inscribed with numerous complex and delicate magic symbols. At this moment, the array was gradually extinguishing, and a large number of vine-like neural cords were slowly retreating from the platform, returning to the openings at the room's edge. In the sunken area of the platform center, only a mass of completely shapeless biological remnants and some sparse liquid remained.
In the past few hours, those biological remnants had been undergoing aggressive mutation and transformation, displaying various terrifying forms. Even Philip, who had fought his way through battlefields, couldn't help but shiver when recalling the horrifying scenes — but no matter the form this flesh had previously trapped a soul, all entanglements with this world were now settled.
