"Run! Don't kill those things!" Thorvald shouted.
A day had passed as they cut through the large fleshy wall.
But as they moved past through the Fleshy wall with their eyes set on the Desolate Eden, they encountered the numerous beasts of Sin.
The creatures that chased after them had the appearance of men, but their faces and features were distorted. Like the mimics and the thin men, their form grew out wildly and uncontrollably.
But Thorvald didn't want to kill the strange humans. He only attacked to push them away, lock them, or wounded them to hinder their attack.
But even with limbs severed, the body of sin would release creeping flesh that would join up the creatures and allow them to give chase to the three.
Soon, the numbers that chased them were reaching the hundreds.
Simera was cursing as she was doing her best to fend off the beasts that were around her.
"Why can't I cut them?!"
