Chapter 109: The House of Flesh (3)
This was an endless expanse of a nightmare. Walls of flesh quivered, closing in from both sides. The ceiling collapsed, extending blood-red tentacles that transformed into razor-sharp spears, piercing through bodies.
A scream broke the silence. "Aaaahhh!"
Continuing forward meant nothing but destruction. They ran, fleeing from the collapsing world behind them in a frantic dash. It was futile. The world crumbled far faster than they could escape.
"Aaaahhhh!"
They howled and howled again, for there were no other options. Around them, their comrades fell one by one. Tentacles coiled around throats, yanking limbs clean off. The floor and ceiling crushed bodies together, grinding them into pulp. Fluids splattered and splashed in every direction, while everything was crushed, mangled, and torn apart.
No matter how fast they ran, the nightmare never receded. The ceiling became the floor, walls transformed into windows, and a new corridor appeared beyond the shattered wall. A sea of blood surged forth, swallowing everything whole.
And beyond that endless nightmare, they stood. Cold eyes and expressions devoid of mercy unfolded hell itself onto reality, annihilating everything in their path.
All they could do was scream.
"Aaaahhhhh!"
In this terror and despair, screaming was the only freedom left to them.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
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