The stagnant time broke, the myriad flows, bringing a mournful tide of roar.
The Tyrant's will dissipated, the muddled will once again occupied Alice's body, her arm raised high her head, then a mass of flesh and blood gathered on her arm, transforming it into a bloated, pale python.
The surface of the flesh lacked skin coverage, the muscle tissues exposed without concealment, the slightest breeze brought bouts of agony, followed by piercing screams.
Sharp ribs protruded from the snake's belly, viscous liquids seeped and dripped, intestines dangled like festival ribbons within.
Alice paid little attention to Aimou, to her, Aimou, without the Constant Motion Core, was now just a regular metal sculpture, the only thing special was the extraordinary properties of the Alchemy Metal.
To the hungry Alice, the expensive metal can't draw her attention, her eyes only left on the blood-stained Constant Motion Core before Teda.
"Have you thought of such an ending?"
