He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but only let out a squeak like a rat.
Mad thoughts ripped at his already fragile nerves, gradually leaving only one thought in his mind—
Hunger!
So hungry!!!
Driven by instinct, he who had just stood up crawled to the ground again.
But this time, it wasn't to plead for mercy, but to gnaw at the scraps of flesh on the ground, wholeheartedly submitting to Urgos and the Angel Envoy chosen by Him.
Nest City is not in the distant depths of the universe, but beneath the feet of every insatiable person.
Meita felt his soul adapting to this new body, the memories of his previous life like a candle flickering in the wind.
Ultimately, his gradually blurred consciousness held only one desperate thought.
If offering one's soul to Urgos inevitably led to this fate, perhaps those who died first were the lucky ones...
...
Just as "Meita" was indulging himself, Selas stood amid the mountain of corpses and sea of bones, a joyful smile on his face.
