The wandering child froze in an instant.
Being watched by those hollow eye sockets, an indescribable, bone-chilling fear overwhelmed him.
He suddenly felt a slight itch on his back.
Like a healing wound.
As if bones were sprouting and slowly growing.
"Elle" gently touched it. She vaguely felt some protrusions beginning to form on her originally smooth spine, her vertebrae seemed to be wriggling, becoming sharp, even somewhat rough to the touch.
He caressingly touched his spine with great focus, unable to stop while feeling an itch beginning at his elbows and knees, as if something was about to break out—
"What's wrong, Elle?"
Just then, Amos asked again, somewhat puzzled.
The wandering child jerked in surprise.
He was suddenly back to reality.
When he came to his senses, he realized Amos's face was normal.
