"Such vigorous vitality, yet so fragile, multiplying in massive numbers only in conditions that are suitable, which is to say, within a biological body?"
She muttered thoughtfully to herself, the nun's expression stern.
Extending her hand, her arm was also enveloped by a layer of metal; the Iron Nun peeled back the charred flesh and blood of the scout, intently examining his head, the inner side of the flesh of his arm, and removed the counterpart's eyes to closely observe the parasitic corpses within the eye sockets.
She tapped on the skull, realizing that deep within the brain were still some parasites that hadn't completely died out.
They were rapidly dying, but they had managed to resist the scorch of flames reaching thousands of degrees for a brief period...
