So much noise. One scream blending into another. Impossible to separate. Impossible to distinguish. The sound of bones breaking. Bodies twisted and transformed. The human form reshaped. Remade. In the image of what exactly?
The scent of blood. Not again. Violet was getting sick of it.
Her vision blurred. Not now. She very much did not have time for this. The ground beneath her feet seemed to be moving.
“Get a grip.” Violet said. “Focus. Do. Something.”
A woman stood before convulsing as a multitude of eyes grew all over her skin and opened. Bright crimson. Such violent mutation was happening all around her. Hands turned to claws. Wings of various shapes erupted from multiple places. Tentacles. Beaks. Horns. Evolution but rapid and entirely out of control. What was this madness?
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