Like decaying roots and sprouts, the blood and flesh creatures erupted from beneath the ashen ground, scarlet tendrils and blooming flowers layered over the earth, transforming the rift into a breathtaking floral sea in an instant, though the scent wafting through the air carried a nauseating stench of decaying blood.
Bologue was certain these ghastly things weren't the decaying roots and sprouts. He could sense it from their previous encounters, where, under Nade's fiery assault, the decaying roots and sprouts retreated step by step.
But the blood and flesh that drilled out from beneath the ashes were different. They crawled out from the scorching depths of the earth... perhaps it was these very blood and flesh being seared by the intense heat.
With Aimou on his back, Bologue briskly fled. Now was not the time to tangle with these ghastly things. If he died here, it would be of no consequence, as he would eventually awaken. But if Aimou died here, she might truly perish.
