The beating red heart appeared in the air when Richard opened the wooden box.
Peim reached into the wooden box and held the heart in his hands.
'Bang! Bang!'
'Bang! Bang!'
The beating sound was as heavy and powerful as a drum.
Peim took a deep breath. He straightened his old and waning body and his chest. He slowly approached it.
His black robe seemed to have a life of its own as it automatically tore apart and shortened in other directions.
That revealed his chest afterward.
Richard focused his gaze and saw the empty chest.
Peim's heart had long disappeared.
The flesh on the scarlet scar on the outside churned, and the bones and blood vessels exploded. It was bloody and terrifying.
No one knew how the old white-haired man survived after he lost his heart.
Peim slowly inserted his heart into his empty chest under the gaze of Richard.
The heart found its home.
