The pile of corpses twitched.
Then it shuddered, a convulsion so violent that bones snapped and flesh tore apart, scattering across the ruined plaza like someone had dropped a flesh grenade.
Jin stepped forward, teeth gritted, his chest heaving.
"Get ready," he muttered, voice rough.
Joon dragged himself to his feet, wiping the sweat from his eyes.
"Are you serious?" he gasped. "We already wiped them out!"
Seul wiped the blood from her nose, her body trembling, but she still raised her hands, ready to crush whatever came next.
But nothing attacked.
The corpse pile didn't attack them.
It reassembled itself.
Bodies snapped together, bones stitching into place like a macabre jigsaw puzzle. Rotting limbs twisted and clicked, forming a grotesque spine, while cracked skulls fused into a single, horrific crown.
The mass of flesh folded and compressed, growing taller, more human-like, until finally —
It stood upright.
