Through the multi-spectral sight feed of Arthur Vance’s Monocle Taxonomy Loupe, the internal anatomy of Grand Flesh-Architect Osric Malveaux was magnified into terrifying, high-resolution test clarity.
Without the cold-fusion reactor’s freezing liquid cooling loop, the internal heat of Osric’s chest cavity had surged to 380 degrees. The twelve grafted Disaster-grade organs were no longer cooperating in man-made synthesis. They were engaged in a violent, tiny civil war for survival.
Arthur drew closer to the exposed chest cavity, his type-list magnifying glass spinning through its multi-layered test spectrums. The spectacle before him was a total textbook case of end-post multi-organ rejection, the likes of which no beast-doctor or human surgeon had ever witnessed in the history of medicine.
The twelve spliced organs were thrashing like wild beasts caught in an iron trap. The Deep-sea Giant beast gills along Osric’s neck spine were swollen to five times their normal volume, choking on the white-hot dry air of the cathedral. The Asura Drake heart was contracting at an impossible two hundred and eighty beats per minute, pumping scorching draconic star-fire that was boiling the blood inside the next-door human main neck blood vessels.
Every micro-tiny blood vessel along the razor-sharp margins was rupturing, leaking dark, rotting fluid that hissed and smoked upon contact with Osric’s brass razor-sharp braces.
