989 Beast and Civilization

Whoosh.

Luminous threads abruptly shot out from inside Tank's body in the sealed medical room, tearing the old man's patient gown and wrapped around him. Surprised but stifled exclamations echoed amongst the healers and observers, with the former ready to wear their decontamination suits to see what was going on, whereas the latter keyed in numbers on communications spells and hurriedly inform their superiors.

"Are those threads a combination of flesh and energy? It's engulfed Tank!

"His vigor is rising exponentially—heavens, is that really evolution and not a sickness?!"

"Hurry, inform the elders!"