That was a "meatball" preserved in a glass bottle with alcohol.
Or rather.
It was a long-dead embryo.
...What is this?
Lin Yiyi endured the pain, her mind a complete blank.
Her heart was filled with a strong sense of discomfort and disgust, and the barrage had once again vanished:
"It's this... as long as we have this..."
A breathless, somewhat crazed voice came from her mouth.
The "painter" coughed while reaching for the glass bottle.
The basement, where flesh had still been churning and stirring, suddenly became silent.
The restlessly squirming flesh on the ground relaxed into stillness, as if life had left it.
...What's happening?
And the skulls...
The skulls, all at once, turned to look at the painter.
Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that they seemed...
...to be smiling?
But how could that be?
"Elle, Elle... protect me!"
The painter caressed the bottle containing the "meatball," whispering softly, "Let Angelo wake up... Can you hear me? Elle? Elle?!"
"You're saying..."
