Baron Valéry's banquet lasted more than a day.

It is a banquet that cannot be ended or left either.

At the same time, it is also a banquet to death.

"February 14th.

The torment, there seems to be no end in sight, and we don't know what to do. The food has been eaten, hunger is tormenting each of us, but Nicholas's adventures of searching for the exit still fail to find clues, and Madeleine and Elliot finally can't resist the urge anymore.

Elliot rushed towards the brilliant color, he lost his mind, and Madeleine tried to stop him. Elliot was five paces away from the brilliance and began to scream, a heart-rending scream as if he was approaching the sun, he was being burned and tortured, and the piercing scream was even more terrible than the legendary Palamo Banshee, which made Madeleine lose her ground.

Madeleine quickly stepped forward and grabbed Elliot's hands, and then tried with all her might to pull him back, but Elliot pulled Madeleine down, and the two of them fell into the mud.

We were all terrified, as Madeleine screamed along with them, as if the flames were burning and melting their skin and bones, and that scream was burrowing into our eardrums, and there was only one thought of running away, but I knew that it wasn't going to work, we needed Madeleine and Elliot.

So, I rushed forward, only to see an unbelievable scene:

Madeleine and Elliot are merging, their bodies merging into one, only to become a monstrous monster of flesh and blood.

What kind of monster is this?"

Quietly, goosebumps also climbed up Holden's spine, because this was also beyond his level of knowledge and simply could not be understood.

I can understand every word, but when I put it together, I can't paint a picture in my mind, and the words can no longer carry the fear of the diary writer.

But Hoden remained calm and continued to read the last piece of his diary.

"February 18th.

I hadn't recorded what had happened for four days because my spirit had weakened to the extreme, I couldn't see the end, I couldn't sleep, I didn't even have the strength to hold a pen. But I realized that maybe I should record it, otherwise no one would ever be able to know what was going on.

Because, I think...... I'm probably going to die.

The screams continued for four days, Madeleine and Elliot slowly fused together, they seemed to be devouring each other little by little, a thin layer of mucus was shrouded in the outside of their bodies, Madeleine seemed to be sucking Elliot into her stomach, as if the process of childbirth was rewinded, and finally Elliot would return to Madeleine's belly.

But the problem is that Elliot is not Madeleine's child, but her husband.

However, I don't have time to think about these ethics now, and I can even see his bones embedded under Madeleine's skin, soft white bones and faint blue veins, and wet and slimy liquid secreting them, just wrapping them together, looking like a filthy son/palace.

I wanted to vomit, but the problem was that I had nothing left to vomit. The two bodies covered in blood and slime had emptied my stomach, and I had more important things to deal with than hunger and nausea.

Elliot kept screaming, Madeleine kept screaming, day and night, the pain seemed to be consuming their lives, even our lives and wills were being consumed, we tried to escape, but there was nowhere to escape, we tried to save them, but there was no way to start.

No one can tell us what to do.

Then, slowly, slowly, as it did, Eliot's voice began to lower, and I had a wicked thought: Is it finally over? Can I finally sleep? Without the screams of the magic voice, can I finally sleep peacefully?

I didn't even realize that my thoughts were evil, until Bredans reminded me: if Madeleine devoured Eliot, would it be us next, and even if it wasn't us, what kind of monster would Madeleine become?

We...... Shouldn't you start first?

I couldn't believe that Bredan and I really started discussing this possibility, but I didn't have the strength to be annoyed or remorseful. The only thought in my head was to destroy, to destroy everything, and so did Madeleine, and so did the rest of us.

Looking at the bloated and transparent Madeleine, I could hardly imagine that this was the lady who elegantly discussed painting and sculpture, the dream girl of all the boys of our youth, but now she was a pink lamb, with a hint of blue-gray under her skin, even her facial expression was hideous, her facial features were beginning to blur, and sweat and slime were making her features fade away.

I didn't dare to continue thinking about it, I didn't even dare to close my eyes when I was sleeping, I felt like I was going to collapse.

The screams, still ringing, Madeleine still had endless energy to scream, and even if it started to turn into low moans/moans, things didn't get any better, because those moans were like ants crawling on top of the eardrums, never going away, and then her hair began to fall out, and she lost the ability to speak, and just kept moaning and struggling.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

Then I noticed that my skin began to 'scorch', as if I was frying chicken skin in a pan, and the skin slowly wrinkled, and the surface became dirty, and the oil stains seeped into the folds, and finally evolved into the claws of Howbillus, and the hideous, rough surface had become animalized.

I didn't even dare touch my own arm.

So, is it my turn now? What will I end up looking like? What should I do?

If this is the end of life, then what are we doing wrong? The only thing I can think of is that I enjoyed sweet wine and good food and didn't share it with the poor, is that my fault? Because of selfish greed for enjoyment? Who can give me an answer?"

Diary, that's the end of it.

From the ninth to the eighteenth, the whole process lasted a full ten days.

The ending, Holden already knows.

Now Hordon finally knows why Baron Valéry and the others seem to be "scared to death", even from a few words, Hordon can feel the fear and coldness from the depths of his soul, those chaos seeping out of the bone marrow, and he can't imagine how Baron Valéry and the others spent those ten days.

What does it mean that two bodies are merging into one, what is it called the reversal of the reproductive process, what is it called that one person is devouring the other, what is it called that both people are disappearing, what is beastialization, what is it called inescapable color?