However, its appearance alone was more than enough to nearly put an end to Grey's life. If the corruption had continued for even a little longer, he would definitely have suffered severe repercussions and might have died outright.
Suddenly, just as Grey was on the verge of completely breaking down and losing his sanity from the nonsense ravings and incomprehensible murmurs, he heard the sounds beginning to grow fainter and fainter.
It was as if the owner of that voice was still talking fervently to himself, endlessly muttering words that Grey could not understand. Yet, the voice was gradually getting farther and farther away from him.
The strange tendrils of blood and flesh that had already begun to deviate from Grey's body slowly stopped their violent movements. One by one, they began retracting back into his flesh.
The abnormal growths disappeared.
The writhing flesh gradually returned to normal.
