It was as if he could feel it constantly multiplying, until it swallowed the entire world.
Formless Flesh!
This thing was even more outrageous than the descriptions—an abominable mass of shattered organs, limbs, and bones jammed together!
It was basically the waste from the Ancestor's research "coming to life" under some bizarre power; all those mutated organs and limbs were the proof of his insane Experiments.
Just seeing it from afar made Lance feel a kind of instinctive nausea rise up in his chest.
His brain kept screaming at him that this creeping, writhing, ever‑expanding… hair‑raising thing had to be destroyed!
But not now.
Lance involuntarily stepped back, pulling the firelight away and letting the darkness once again cover up that maddening scene.
This was a kind of mental contamination, or rather, what lay before him had already gone beyond the boundaries of human comprehension; an ordinary person would probably go insane from a single glance.
