"Ready to face the truth?"
Wei'en's eyes turned blood-red as he stared at the Grave Digger on the carriage, his gaze filled with a crazed, bloodthirsty malice. A tentacle erupted from his throat, replacing his lips and mouth. It coiled grotesquely to the side of his head, its sharp fangs CLACKING together as saliva dripped from them.
In his vision, the Grave Digger before him had no distinct form. Instead, he and the carriage merged into a single Pyramid, its body composed of smaller, silvery-white Pyramids arranged neatly from top to bottom.
Moreover, the Pyramid was shrouded by a blood-red phantom.
The phantom was immense yet slender, like a giant python. But as it constantly twisted and contorted, countless bizarre feelers extended from it, making it look like a writhing centipede, poised to devour its prey.
Wei'en's gaze fell upon the edges of the blood-red phantom, where slender, twisting tendrils, much like the tentacle by his own mouth, reached out into the void.
