The rotting chunks of flesh on the blue-black corpse's neck and head began to wriggle and merge back together.
It felt as if the whole world started to shake, with the void around them creaking.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was as if something outside the void was pounding forcefully, trying to get in.
Crack! A strange, ethereal breaking sound came from afar, piercing Lumian's ears.
Is Hand Bro trying to get in and reunite with its body?
Is the breaking sound a sign that the seal is temporarily broken?
Lumian, with his eyes still tightly shut, could only speculate from the sounds he heard and the movements he felt.
Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, he heard the metallic, scraping voice of an iron puppet several meters away: "Next to the assembled corpse, the space is cracking like glass."
