In the endless The Crimson World, whether in the sky or underground, there was hardly any place of safety.
As far as the eye could see, everything was covered in distorted flesh that'd been hideously transformed.
On the ground, Colin could see clumps of flesh-tumors stacked and wrapped up into humanoid things, casting malevolent glances his way, and from their mouths, saliva dripped incessantly, as if they saw a delicacy.
But because they couldn't fly, they were unable to attack the people in mid-air.
However, this didn't mean there were no enemies in the sky.
Some bizarrely mutated creatures had crimson flesh-wings, which, even with holes, could flap to create a bit of trouble in front of them.
"Bang!" Dozens of wind blades capable of slicing through metal penetrated the "Red Rain," shredding the clusters of flesh-tumors into the air as scattered flesh.
"How can that thing fly with so many holes in its wings?" Orange Cat felt somewhat incredulous.
