As Little Grape's main line of sight lingered on the "Plague Eye" on the forehead across from him, salivating with desire,
William focused his own eyes on Dugall's lower half, which had been corrupted by the abyss leading to a chaotic split and mutation of internal organs that stuck together, along with various black tentacles wrapping around and piercing through— creating a part monstrous in nature.
It appeared chaotic, but under the influence of the dark, it formed an indescribable structure. Staring at it for a prolonged time might even allow one to discern a face within it, the true face of Dugall.
Rot and pain,
Suppuration and frenzy,
Long lost to oneself yet unaware.
"The innkeeper's situation is similar, the lower body is completely anarchic... It seems that the Tenth Abyss here has a preference for tampering with individuals' lower halves, hiss~ it's quite uncomfortable."
