The Holy Maiden had not yearned for the face she once had as a Natural Person for many years. But now, she found that visage to be of use.
Or perhaps those facial prosthetics with silicone and synthetic muscles, capable of supporting the brain's pre-installed natural expression pack, would also be good.
At the very least, she could express her current feelings of frustration through facial expressions.
Members of the Six Dragons Sect surrounded her, and even the Levy Envoy, who originally had no escort duties, appeared here.
Their core was a small cryogenic preservation box. Inside this box was a storage device and a batch of fragile biological materials. The sight of a group of Cybernetically Enhanced People encircling it was like a band of apes surrounding an apple.
But no one was in the mood to laugh.
A shard of shrapnel was stuck on the surface of the preservation box, which had been offline for quite a while.
