The sight made Clyde's gut tighten. He had survived two lifetimes of apocalypse, faced horrors and powers that would kill most people, but this… this abomination… left him frowning in genuine discomfort.
Had he ever seen something like this before? He searched his memories and found nothing in his first life. This was new and worse than he had saw in the Selection Stage. It wasn't just monstrous random mutation, it was deliberate work.
He could almost feel the hand of the crazy World Master in it. The sick mind that had crafted this nightmare not only to kill but to destroy the sanity of human itself.
And if this was the kind of thing appearing now, Clyde knew the road ahead was only going to get harder. With the worst of his creation would appear.
He glanced at Mina.
She was on her knees, her body trembling. Then she lurched forward and vomited onto the damp earth.
She didn't even cry. Her throat seemed locked by the weight of what she saw.
