This was a chamber.
Overhead hung densely packed pipes, and you could see liquid flowing through them like blood.
In the center stood a gigantic heart-like thing, seven or eight meters tall, throbbing nonstop. The whole heart was bright red, endlessly swelling and contracting.
"You damned heretic scum, how dare you disturb our rebirth."
The one speaking was a humanoid creature.
It looked like a mannequin, a smooth head with no hair, no pores, not even facial features.
The skin on its face was exactly the same as on its body, a layer of pallid flesh.
Calling it skin was generous; it was more like a thin film smeared with ashen pigment.
The whole figure stood there in a strange robe.
"Our rebirth shall—"
It didn't finish the sentence.
A silver beam of light slammed down right beside it.
The impact from the violent force was unbelievably strong; in an instant, the talking humanoid in front of them was blasted into a mist of blood.
