Staring at the endless horde of bizarre living things, the crew of the Narwhal finally realized the gravity of the situation. They all ran after their captain with every ounce of strength they had.
The next second, everyone heard the agonized, desperate pleas from behind them.
"Don't go! Kill me!! I beg you, please! My body feels like it's being carved apart every single moment!! Why?! Why am I the only one who has to endure this?!"
As the voice rose, the left ear that Charles had just attached started twitching uncontrollably.
During his sprint, Charles quickly glanced back—1002, which should have been in the water tank, was out. It had coalesced into a ball and was rolling toward them, devouring any living thing it touched in an instant.
With each creature it swallowed, the pale gray sphere grew larger.
Without a second thought, Charles reached into Deep's backpack, yanked out a bundle of dynamite, lit it, and hurled it hard behind them.
