The moment the elevator shaft doors creaked open, Enel and his group were met with a harrowing sight. Before them stretched an endless horde of people—humanoid in form but devoid of life as they had once known it. Tendrils, black and pulsing, snaked from their bodies, writhing faintly as if alive. Their eyes were empty, staring at nothing, and yet their forms stood erect, locked in place like grotesque statues.
There were hundreds of thousands of them, packed densely, their unmoving forms creating an eerie stillness that pressed down on the group like a physical weight. The air in the cavern felt suffocating, charged with an unholy energy that seemed to emanate from the horde itself.
