The others noticed, and even the sole bride seemed puzzled.
What was going on?
Why would she charge straight towards it?
Could it be she no longer wished to live?
Although Archibald and the others didn't know what this disgusting green fluid was, it certainly didn't look benign.
But John alone understood the true extent of its corrosiveness—how truly terrifying it was.
The previous bride had died directly from this green fluid!
Yet, unexpectedly, the current bride moved towards the green liquid.
What was she thinking?
Had she gone mad?
But soon, John noticed the bride standing not far from the monster, apparently chanting something.
The melody was melancholic and haunting, yet completely unintelligible.
Then, John observed the bride beginning to grow taller.
However, her form started to become infinitely thin, eventually turning into a mere layer of gauze.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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