Chaos was the sole dominant theme of the present moment.
A thick, foul-smelling fog of corrosive vapors and flickering, fragmented spatial tears choked the upper reaches of the Processing Hub, which had now been reduced to a true abyss. The void background, formed of viscous, polluted pools of energetic pus, pulsed agonizingly like the walls of a living organ. The aftershocks of storms and annihilation collided, tore, and hummed among the remaining shattered foundations and twisted metallic wreckage.
At the center of this boiling soup of destruction, the Mutant completed its ultimate metamorphosis.
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