I Became a Magical Girl, and I’m Unexpectedly Strong?

Hirota Mari’s figure disappeared behind the emergency exit door. The gentle slam of the door shut was like a signal, completely shattering the false silence of the seventh-floor office area. Almost instantly, the “employees,” who had been slowly approaching, maintaining the last vestiges of their human forms, felt something snap within them. Shrill, inhuman roars erupted from their twisted throats, their suits ripped apart by the swollen, indescribable flesh. Their skin peeled away like soaked parchment, revealing a dark, viscous essence beneath, constantly wriggling and emitting a strong stench of decay…