Unknown symbols of golden color were etched onto the box of glass. But what shook Ozul was not the glass box itself, but what was inside it.
It was his arm inside that box!
He could still see all the weird black runes moving around the skin as if they were alive. Even when separated from him, the arm had still grown proportional to his body as if they were still connected in some way.
Though Ozul only had a single thought inside his mind as he noticed the floating box of glass,
'My arm...'
It had been decades and the sense of completeness he had once felt was almost forgotten by now. But seeing his arm again with those black runes made him remember why he was putting so much effort into all of this.
It was all because he wanted to feel complete again. He wanted to feel that sense of contentment when he was surrounded by nothingness.
