The nearby buildings are on the verge of collapse as a result.
"What is that?"
"It's the method of the Mother of Life," Carl spoke:
"A Third Tier Transcendent from the Night Watcher Organization has been affected and evolved into the form of the Tree of Life."
"Don't stare at it, your body will mutate."
Blaze immediately withdrew his gaze, and in the back seat, Monica extended her hand to shield the view of the two children.
"How could this happen?"
"What has become of this world?"
Blaze drove the car forward, and what he saw along the way made his face twitch, his eyes showing despair.
This kind of world...
It's better to stay in the painting and not come out.
Groups of paper people, dreamlike streets in a riot of colors, a sky full of bizarre mud...
Chaos!
Distortion!
Strangeness!
Terror!
"We've arrived."
The car stopped at an orphanage.
After experiencing the bizarre city, the ordinary appearance of the orphanage seemed somewhat abnormal.
