The sunlight was bright and cheery, while tree shadows swayed gently.
Aifu's remaining clothes, blown about by the wind, kept tumbling yet remained rooted in place due to the pressure of the stones, motionless.
On the grass, a tiny black centipede slowly emerged from the soil and neared the pile of clothes.
Instead of climbing directly onto it, the centipede kept winding circles around the clothes, back and forth.
Upon realizing it couldn't burrow into the clothes, the centipede clearly grew impatient and turned to crawl away elsewhere.
Pop!
Just then, a black hand reached out from within the pile of clothing, gripping the centipede at once.
Swoosh.
The black hand retracted back into the heap of clothes, vanishing from view, and the centipede disappeared along with it.
After a while, the pile of clothing seemed to be snatched by something, pulled to the side, instantly dislodging the stones and causing them to tumble away.
