It was transformed into a gray and mutilated body, and the lungs were filled with fishy rust. The hunting green humanoid creature passed through the grass, and the emerald green ball on the barrel of the gun wiped out a cold light. I shrank deep into the withered grass and clenched my fists - the memory of this body was shattered into pieces, but the instinct to survive was still there. When the footsteps completely dissipated, I supported the tree and stood up: No matter what it is, let's survive tonight first.
