Even if cut into pieces, it would regenerate, spread by contact with flesh and blood, and after being burned to ashes, familiar faces would grow again from the flesh that fell with the ashes, wailing in despair.
Literally undying.
But beyond life, sanity, self, and everything else had been twisted beyond recognition, until at last, it degenerated into a disasterous beast.
Such disasters had occurred more than once.
Each time, accompanied by a massive spread of Evil Foolishness.
Among the threatening plagues of Hope Hospital, it ranked [NO.61], a 'blessing' bestowed upon the suffering patients by 'White Pavilion', one of the Nine Evils corresponding to the 'Vortex'. The infection from the Evil being completely mutated living creatures, incurable by medicine. Once mutated, the twisted flesh and soul could not be recovered, even if immediately excised, the removed flesh and soul would continue to wail in endless despair.
