The buildings on both sides were enveloped by a vast net woven from flesh and blood, the gloomy sky shrouded by a layer of canopy, with light twisted to an extreme, reflecting a crimson brilliance.
Two A-level field agents walked on a road equally covered in viscera, their feet constantly sensing a soft, sticky feeling... The pair carefully circumvented an aimlessly wandering mutated flesh ball... They then climbed over a motionless flesh mound, presumably one that had not yet found a host with intelligence, all while feeling a nearly imperceptible vibration on their shoulders, prompting an involuntary curse.
Of course, this curse was only in their minds, not spoken aloud, because a walnut-sized black sphere floated silently above the person's body, suspended in the air with no support, like a pitch-black pupil without an eye socket.
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