Hiss!
The enormous Magic Eye opened, indiscriminately emanating whispers, sharing its knowledge with the bystanders.
The black mass of flesh wailed in agony, its eight tentacles dangling powerlessly, attempting to argue but being refuted into silence, its body rapidly decaying into black sludge and merging with the ground below.
The monsters that had lost their home, already coexisting with Golden City, now mourned in unison. Their bodies gradually softened, squirming like snails out of their shells, following the black mud into the underground.
The pale mass extended its tentacles, which broadcast thoughts and summons to the distant Veerle and Valkyrie.
These tentacles acted like signal amplifiers, vividly conveying Wayne's voice into the hearts of Veerle and Valkyrie, the ancient and somber tone startling Veerle's fur to stand on end.
Wayne, "Veerle, turn around, it's me, Wayne."
Veerle, "Nonsense, Wayne isn't like this!"
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