More terrifying and shocking was that in the chest of the woman slumbering within the crystal, there was a vast hollow of crimson emptiness.
Like cold branches entwined, crystals spread out from the hollow in her heart, connecting to a heart-shaped Puppet Stone core.
However, that Puppet Stone core didn't operate or glow like an ordinary Puppet Mecha, its surface marred with aged scars and cracks, severely damaged.
Jiushijiu sighed lightly, lowering his eyes, his thick lashes covering his gaze.
She reached out towards the crystal, and the surface, which seemed hard as an amber fossil, was penetrated by her without hindrance, as if through the surface of shimmering water.
As she grasped the gray and worn core, it was as if a certain vibrant energy was injected into it, causing a buzz, and ripples spread across the liquid inside the crystal.
Suddenly, a faint golden glow flowed over the core's surface.
