Arthur furrowed his brow, looking at Curtis lying on the bed, his body now enveloped by dark, twisted tendrils. These tendrils clung to his body, resembling venomous snakes slithering over him. As if hearing the door open, the cracks on his face twitched slightly, as if peering towards Arthur and Case.A raspy, almost inaudible voice echoed, akin to the desperate cry of some lost spirit: "Flesh... Flesh... I want your flesh, Asta. Give me your flesh..."With those words, his colossal body began to twitch. He reached down to the floor, seemingly exerting minimal effort, yet the ground trembled as if it might collapse at any moment. Curtis opened his mouth wide, and from within, a black liquid oozed out, which seeped onto the floor and began to corrode it slowly. The corrosion was sluggish, but it made a hissing sound, sending shivers down one's spine.Arthur furrowed his brow and spoke solemnly, "He's completely lost his consciousness. Right now, he's nothing more than a mindless
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