Underneath the desk was a head-sized glob of blood-gold flesh, resembling a mixture of molten gold and coagulated blood, emitting a metallic dark red glow.
Simultaneously, black spikes protruded from the flesh orb, pulsating with a breathing rhythm, sometimes contracting into thorny spikes, sometimes expanding into a web-like structure.
Some filaments had translucent egg-shaped vesicles hanging at the tips, within which embryonic shadows floated, not yet fully formed, rooted in a floor that had mutated into biological tissue.
At first glance, Steve felt an uncontrollable urge to gag, his stomach churning relentlessly. Instinctively, he turned his head, only to come face to face with a grotesquely pale visage, eyes blood-red.
It was the Governor who had just left.
!!!
Steve's pupils constricted, his expression horrified, yet he couldn't utter a sound.
The Governor's eyes were blood-red, his voice low and deep: "You shouldn't have come here."
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