After the mask was removed, the image of "Mr. Kai" began to disintegrate from his face.
Like fish scales being scraped away, his entire body shattered from top to bottom, dissolving into nothingness. Even his hair and clothes completely disappeared without leaving any trace.
"In composition, I am indeed similar to him. Both of us are another person's 'puppet.'"
Another unfamiliar voice arose from the other side of the room, "And indeed, I do have a slight connection with Professor Gray. So in that sense, you have indeed found the right person."
Despite the completely different voice, its tone matched Mr. Kai's perfectly—a gentle, low, methodical, and comforting tone.
Salvatore looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a sturdy male centaur.
Or rather... half a one.
