Is this the Abandoned Sons? The number of specimens has suddenly increased.
Fu Qian, sitting in the church, naturally caught sight of the grim harvest unfolding outside.
Simon's assessment also reached his ears.
While agreeing with the judgment, Fu Qian took only half a second to come up with his own observation about the spectacle—challenging not the imagination, but definitely the vagus nerve.
A glance ahead revealed nearly a dozen Abandoned Sons occupying just this one small area. Not a trace of a natural form could be found among them.
Tentacles, sharp teeth, spiked horns, even seductive etchings undulating across armored exoskeletons… grotesque biological shapes and pure abstract concepts fused awkwardly together.
It had a sort of hotpot broth inclusiveness.
The pity was that the blending was such poor quality, far surpassing the description of "eye-searing," to the point of inducing involuntary stomach convulsions.
