The sight before them plunged everyone into a momentary deathly silence.
The massive purple-black fleshy mass of the Abyssal Weaver had completely lost its life-like pulsations, resembling a collapsed, smoky mountain of meat lying there.
It was covered in shocking wounds.
The edges of the deep gashes, visible to the bone, presented a bizarre crystallization, and large charred, carbonized areas emitted the residual heat of burning.
Around the fleshy mass, seven corpses of Creation Technology members lay in miserably grotesque states, voicelessly narrating a brief but overwhelmingly brutal massacre that had unfolded not long ago.
Crushed necks, exploded skulls, dry and shattered bones, charred voids, and bodies trampled beyond recognition...
The entire scene felt as though it had been ravaged by a demon into a chaotic scene.
"This..."
Many looked at the hellish sight before them, seasoned as they were by countless battles, they couldn't help but gasp, their scalps tingling.
