The rat swarm, like a tidal wave, completely surrounded Toronto and Ed, blocking every possible escape route. The blood-red eyes of the rats were filled with a frenzied thirst for blood, fixated on the flesh and blood of Ed and Toronto.
The eerie sound of the flute continued to drift through the underground space, accompanied by the scattered bones, the bright red flesh, and the crazed, obsessive smile on the face of the monster Vil. The scene felt surreal, like a stage play, building to its highest point, on the verge of a climax!
At that moment, Vil swayed uncontrollably, as if he were performing some kind of dance. The human skin under his feet served as the perfect red carpet, and the platform made from the villagers' flesh was the ideal stage for his performance.
Vil slowly approached Alice's mother, all the while admiring the vacant, despairing expression on Alice's face. He gently extended his hand and gripped Alice's mother's neck, lifting her slowly into the air.
