The Withertide Swamp.
Even in the daytime, the light here was very dim.
The damp, chilly air, like a wet, dead man's tongue, constantly licked the exposed skin of the living.
For Anson Gittiler, this torment was especially unbearable.
Because around him squatted a dozen things that were neither human nor ghostly, staring at him intently.
To say they were Strange Beasts, well, these fellows had eyes like eyes, noses like noses.
But to say they were human...
They were not entirely human.
Some had several faces on one head, others two heads on one shoulder.
Still others split at the waist, with three upper bodies.
Despite their bizarre appearance, Anson could confirm that every one of them was a Zanluo person without exception.
This was probably a type of Soul Body that had mutated through a fusion with Strange Beasts.
Therefore, they possessed fused bodies like Strange Beasts but retained their own souls.
