Without its master, the mountain-sized corpse tide began to writhe unconsciously.
Countless limbs, driven by the instincts of their former owners, tried to move in every direction. They only got in each other's way, causing the entire mass to collapse with a thunderous crash. Like a giant worm, it flailed its limbs but couldn't move an inch.
Countless mouths surfaced on the corpse tide, letting out shrill wails and speaking chaotic, meaningless words.
None of the zombies fused into the corpse tide could ever break free. Even if they could, they could never become human again.
The Evil Spirit Virus's transformation of the brain was akin to a degenerative disease—it was completely irreversible.
They had become a pack of beasts, a group of pitiful monsters.
But soon, they would no longer have to endure this torment in chaos.
