The angry statue spoke for the first time.
Now possessing a human form resembling that of an ordinary man, he had long black hair, a powerful muscular frame, sharp features, and tightly drawn lips that naturally formed a scowl.
It was obvious Frey had remembered the statue's old face while reconstructing his new body.
The same applied to the others.
Smiley possessed a cheerful face, blond hair, and a slimmer physique, while Sad appeared weary and ash-haired, standing somewhere between the two.
From their reactions, Frey understood they were happy.
But they still needed time to adjust.
What had happened was simply too much for them after spending thousands of years trapped as cold statues, to the point that they had forgotten how to make expressions beyond the ones they had worn for ages.
"You'll grow used to it soon enough." Frey said calmly.
"Time is all you need."
Afterward, he turned his attention toward the other warriors of the Shadow Sect.
