CHAPTER 726

In the heart of the cursed land, where the sky was stained a sickly red and the air was thick with corrupt energy, the cocoon of black tentacles pulsed like a monstrous heart.

Its presence was not only visible, but perceptible in every way: the sound of pulsating flesh, the stench of decay, and the oppressive feeling of something too large and unnatural growing within.

This cocoon was no simple prison or shell. It was a womb of destruction, incubating the abomination born from the fusion of Purgatory's leaders, who in their greed had absorbed the fragments of the fallen god.

Now, their bodies and souls were unrecognizable, turned into something new, something beyond human understanding. At first, the cocoon was no larger than a house, but with each passing day, it expanded.