Charles sat on the sofa, silently waiting. The eyes of his current humanoid shell were unfocused. At this moment, his gaze was already linked to the offspring being sent to the Earth's core.
What exactly is happening on the Earth's surface, and how much time do I have left? I need to find out. The only way to know is to go up there and see what's happening.
The strange light on the surface could cause humans to mutate. The Navy on Hope Island was of no help.
My own true body must seal this hole, and the only ones who can do this job now are those bizarre offspring who have devoured my flesh and blood.
They had gone through the baptism of Charles's flesh. Although their forms had become monstrous and bizarre, their strength had greatly increased, and they could withstand the pollution from the light.
POP. The visual signal cut out without warning.
