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He stared directly at Daisuke. He did not hear the howl. He only witnessed it — the violent contortion of the vocal cords, entirely muted, like a frame in a degraded cinema reel. He watched Daisuke collapse, watched his uniform disintegrate, fusing instantaneously with his flesh. The massive blisters across his back swelled and ruptured in the same heartbeat, unveiling the weeping, incandescent pink tissue beneath — a grotesque, magnificent lotus blooming upon the soil of hell →