Behind more than twenty mutants, a sea of purplish-red mold boiled.
A solemn yet hideous figure slowly emerged from within, walking forward with steady steps.
It was a grotesque "Angel."
Its entire body was composed of purplish-red mold, presenting a texture reminiscent of flesh, as if a human had been skinned alive.
The lower body lacked legs, replaced by wriggling purplish-red tendrils that pushed its body forward.
Six pairs of purplish-red wings sprouted from its back, covered densely with blinking eyeballs, thousands of eyes blinking chaotically, a sight straight out of a nightmare.
Above its head floated a halo made of purplish-red mold, constantly splitting into filaments and dispersing lightly.
The face changed every moment, depicting a deep-featured Caucasian, a thick-lipped African, a young child, an aged person full of wrinkles...
The only constant was the words it kept repeating.
"Eternal life! Eternal life! Eternal life!"
