He didn't know whether obtaining a third-tier soul form was good or bad, but he knew his current situation was one-of-a-kind, and other than Paskha, there had never been anyone like him in these hundreds of years. The white snake image curved upwards as if following what Paskha's heart wanted. Paskha felt a strange tingling on his back as the white snake crawled. It was like something was walking on his skin, but he felt no pain.
"How did you feel when he moved?" Sir Clove chuckled in amusement, seeing Paskha's tense face and wondering what that boy felt.
"It's tingling and feels like hundreds of ants are crawling on my skin."
Sir Clove smiled, amused at his answer. "At least you're not in pain anymore."
Just as Sir Clove finished saying his last sentence, the white snake's head appeared from Paskha's arm and kept coming out until his whole body appeared above the surface.
