The Owl once again picked up the camera, held his breath, and captured the unbelievable scene before him.
Those who had fully transformed as infectees rushed forward until it seemed they crossed an invisible barrier. In the next moment, the mechanical parts on their bodies were rapidly deteriorating, visibly reverting to their original flesh and blood forms at a speed detectable by the naked eye.
Their forward rush came to a halt, and the ferocious expressions on their faces transformed into confusion and bewilderment.
They collapsed to the ground, looking at their own hands restored to their former condition and at the patients close to them, vaguely remembering how the Flesh Curse had stripped them of their consciousness and turned them into creatures driven by machinery.
But...
There should have been no possibility to cure the Flesh Curse!
