C403 Tendrils of Ten Thousand Beasts

The skin split and rolled like the tiny mouths of babies waiting to be fed, but there was no beauty in the constant gushing of blood from the ruptured veins. The fresh blood that was constantly gushing out converged into tiny blood snakes that slithered down to his fingertips and dripped into the sea, filling the air with a dark red mist.

"Thief hahahaha