Xonompethus’ ink was painting Seoul’s Gangbuk and Gangnam regions black with the Han River in the center. All the buildings had been swept out and the traces of modern civilization gone as if a great tsunami had overtaken Seoul. Xonompethus swung its huge tentacle towards the Grip of the Deceased that Kang Hyuk had summoned with a giant whoosh. Its suckers widened to reveal their rows of canine teeth, swallowing air. As the tentacle was swinging down towards the Grip of the Deceased that was holding up the Conning Tower of the Deceased, other Grips of the Deceased appeared through the ink nearby.
They grabbed at Xonompethus’ tentacle and ripped it apart into pieces like a lady at a sashimi restaurant would. Inside the skull atop the Conning Tower of the Deceased, Kang Hyuk sat relaxedly in his throne made of skeletons, watching. The Grip of the Deceased he had summoned had raised the Tower higher than Xonompethus’ height. He could hear Xonompethus’ cry.
Fio, who had been sucked into Xonompethu’s sucker, was going around in its giant body and continuing to play his skull instrument. The resonance of Fio’s instrument was destroying Xonompethus’ muscle cells. Xonompethus finally stopped spewing ink. It had planned to kill Fio by sucki...
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