Eyes appeared across the darkness that covered the entire hallway. Those eyes looked like messy scribbles drawn by a child, only black and white, moving like a slow-motion 2D cartoon.
Even so, they radiated an unbelievable sense of eerie, unnatural strangeness.
The three Zombie Angels were tightly bound by thin threads as fine as hair, forced to stand still. Their bodies were bound so tightly that even their tentacles were bundled up, and the裂 on their chests were forcibly sealed shut by those thin threads.
From the wide-open eyes, long arms stretched out like tentacles, black as ink, with drops of black liquid dripping from them.
They grabbed the three Zombie Angels and, with a terrifying amount of strength, pulled them taut.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping rang out. The bodies of the three Zombie Angels were ripped apart little by little, and the torn chunks of flesh were stuffed into the surrounding open eyes.
