The moment the flashlight beam hit that woman, Rover jolted, immediately springing off the bed and stumbling back two steps.
Within the circle of light, her body turned into countless writhing tentacles, as if her entire form was a mass made of endless tendrils. Along those tendrils were gaping mouths, exposing rows of tiny teeth like an octopus's suckered maw.
At the edge of the beam, the real and the false overlapped, forming a hazy, double-image effect, as if two pictures were stacked on top of each other. Outside the flashlight's glow, her body still looked exactly like the woman Rover had seen before.
He sucked in a deep breath, his vision overwhelmed by how violently unsettling it was. At this point, even if he didn't want to leave the room, he had to, because he sure as hell didn't want to share a room with something that horrifying.
Now all his superpowers were gone. Only [Intuition] and his Class still worked. So he had no intention of gambling his life in a fight.
