The ghastly green lamplight flickered behind him, casting his face in an excessively youthful glow.
The smoothness of that skin wasn't due to meticulous care but rather resembled a corpse soaked in cold water for too long, swollen to the limit, smoothing out all wrinkles.
Gazes from around the round table, one after another, fell on Balk.
The Viper Saunders squinted, twirling the dagger swiftly between his fingers, the blade leaving a remnant shadow under the ghastly green light.
As a High-tier Extraordinary Knight, he could clearly perceive the life force inside that old thing across from him, surging in a way that defied common sense.
That wasn't the restoration of a dead tree coming to life. It seemed more like something foreign had forcibly filled his skin.
Saunders licked his dry lips, his voice cold and slimy: "Hey, old Balk.
Looks like you not only found a weapon against the iron ships but also snagged a bucket of succubus bathwater?"
