They said they would hold the line, but in reality, they persevered for less than a minute. The left-behind people had to retreat hundreds of steps, helplessly watching as the amount of greasy tentacles within the photonic film multiplied from hundreds to thousands, virtually filling the front half of the hall.
The heap of tentacles exceeded a height of more than thirty meters, resembling a mountain of flesh covered with murky liquid, ceaselessly writhing and climbing, both sickening to behold and terrifying, not unlike a demon creature from hell.
Under such immense and imposing size, the automatic rifles wielded by those present posed no threat, akin to throwing a handful of gravel at an elephant, an act incapable of intimidating such a large creature.
