"Yes! T-They have to be closed off in the clinic. They can't spread it!"

But she wasn't helping, nor were the new butterflies. In their panic, more locals were contacting the butterflies just as the eggs. However, it was only the eggs hitting the later stage fast, their black blood spilling onto the ground before they too became souls.

More butterflies, more bruises, more blood. "Everyone! Come into the clinic!" But it was only more butterflies and blood and bruises. One of the civilians hit the ground.