Chapter 402
…The Purgatory Choir’s ensemble had visited every area of the Namhae Branch where signs of life remained.
Naturally, only an extremely small number of workers had survived.
No.
Perhaps the surprising part was that anyone was still alive at all.
And even those survivors….
“Uuuuh? Uuuuuuh? Uuuuh, uuuuh.”
“Heehuheehuheehuheehuheehu.”
I swallowed.
Inside the storage room before me, eleven human figures writhed in the darkness.
Most appeared to be in a state of suspended animation, but sounds were coming from a few of the workers—though I couldn’t tell whether they were awake or simply talking in their sleep.
But those weren’t words.
They were literally just sounds.
Voices incapable of becoming language, as though they were imitating musical instruments.
“Hoooo hoooooo hoo hoohoohoohoo.”
And now that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see how grotesque the silhouettes inside the storage room were.
Some had long bones resembling string instruments growing where their arms should have been.
Others had skulls mutated as though they had been crushed, or facial features arranged horizontally across their faces.
Contaminated beings who only barely qualified as strange-looking humans.
Beings who had failed even to become complete instruments, yet were equally difficult to classify as intact human beings.
“…….”
And….
“Uhh… hhk….”
Among them, here and there, were the silhouettes of intact people.
There didn’t seem to be even three of them.
And most either stared blankly into space as though something else was wrong with them, or had likewise fallen into suspended animation….
Except for one person.
“Uhk…, hk, uh, uhh?”
One person who had been…