The body doesn't think. The mind does nothing but think.
The body mindlessly digs through Lustrilis's flesh. The mind ponders how to divert the humans' attention.
Even as flames engulf my face, even as the stench of rotten flesh stabs my nostrils, even as the skin across my entire body reddens and cooks, my hands don't stop. My skin might be charring, but I search, and search, and search again.
Maybe it doesn't even exist.
Maybe it's just not where I'm looking, or maybe it won't turn up no matter how hard I search. Being a synthesized beast born of taboo, it might not exist at all.
After all, I was the one who had pulled out Asmodine, the core of the level 95 monster that Lustrilis had been before, when it was still [Asmodine].
A plant monster with its pistil removed may have just been running on the leftover body after its magic stone core had already been extracted.
But that doesn't mean I can give up.
