Hearing the sounds behind him, Charles picked up his pace even more. Whatever 1002 was commanding, it spelled trouble for him now. The scenery around him shifted rapidly as Charles raced back along his original route.
Just as he returned to the empty hall, the corridor ahead erupted with countless writhing shapes. Twisting, squirming organs pulsed with blood vessels, and animated objects swayed grotesquely, blocking his path. Charles was about to retreat, only to find those things surging up behind him too.
Dude, what now? Let's fight. I'll control the left hand and use 487.
Charles's expression was grim. It was too late for words. With his right hand, he drew Black Blade and reversed his grip. The rats on the ground bared their sharp teeth in response.
