The end of the hotel's first floor.
A large number of living maggots crawled out from the room,
toward the door where the body was completely smashed into minced meat, each piece still growing small Iron Pillar fragments, with even the human form no longer present, and the entire head was pulverized.
These living maggots continued to gnaw at the minced meat, trying not to leave even a bit of residue.
Agatha, wearing a metal mask, had steam continuously gushing from between the metal pistons on her back.
She was riding atop this shattered corpse, not satisfied even with all the minced meat, still staring intently at every piece of flesh.
Not only that.
Agatha's metal left arm was inexplicably missing; the wound looked as if it had been twisted off by something alive, quite dramatically.
Holding the Plague Staff, Calen, wearing a guild robe, stood ten meters away in the passage.
