Inside the rancid, pulsing belly of the massive zombie, Bong Me-Eon and her master, the middle-aged woman, staggered as the ground beneath them throbbed with unnatural life.
Faint greenish light seeped through fleshy veins, illuminating their path in the monstrous tunnel.
A mixture of shock and awe rippled across Bong Me-Eon's face, while her master's expression was more guarded, her eyes narrowing in grim determination as she took in their surroundings.
Just as they were catching their breath, their gazes locked onto an unexpected sight: there, seated within a dense cocoon of necrotic energy, was Song Woo-Ji.
His face was taut with focus, eyes half-lidded but blazing with intent as he maneuvered his hands, guiding the creature's every move from the inside.
The two women shared a glance, silently agreeing not to disturb him.
