Han Seol Human Meat Factory (13)

"Be stitched shut!"

In my madness, I clenched the hand I had raised toward the sky. At the same time, something terrifying began to happen.

ㅡTwitch!

At first, it was a very small twitch.

A tiny portion of the enormous sky of intestines. From there, familiar bundles of tentacles began to rise, like weeds blooming in the middle of a field.

Compared to the size of the sky, the tentacles that rose were pitifully small and insignificant.

But even a small cancer cell can bring down a giant, and the tentacles that had begun to rise erupted madly, rapidly increasing in size.

"Oh...!"

Tentacles like thorns danced. Then small, threadlike tentacles, seeping out like maggots twisting through a corpse, were threaded together like string, and the stitching began in earnest.

It sought to reduce the surface area by stitching and stitching the flesh of the intestines closed. That alone was the spell's purpose. To stitch and stitch until it turned everything into a single meat dumpling—that alone was the spell's purpose...