What Mora felt was not a change in gravity, pressure, or anything of that sort. Rather, within her Form and Spirit Framework, it was as though countless connecting rods, Gear Sets, and other structures had suddenly appeared. She could react, she could retreat, but she had to follow the rules and routes preset by those structures.
Any more or any less was impossible.
The abilities she had cultivated over the years soaking in the Life Support Capsule, along with the freedom she had enjoyed after becoming extraordinary, were directly erased.
A chill ran through her heart, and she made a decision.
A muffled explosion sounded inside her armor. Its metal contours swelled outward slightly, followed by an unending series of cracking and breaking noises. In that instant, the armor covering Mora's body split open from the back of her head all the way down her tailbone—and it split into three layers at once.
Then came another strange ripping sound. Blood and viscous fluids burst from the cracks, along with flesh, nerves, and other tissue that were torn open and left half-exposed, twitching in the air before being severed by the exploding armor fragments.
As for Mora, she had already shed her shell of metal and flesh a step earlier.
Calling it "shedding her shell" was actually putting it mildly. She had discarded not merely a layer of skin, but her entire set of organs, blood, and flesh, relying solely on her special "backup" constitution to reconstruct a new Form and Spirit Framework. She was now completely naked, not even possessing a single hair on her bald head. Body fluids and blood plasma still clung to her, red and white, leaving her in a miserable state.
But when she saw what was happening outside, she decided the price had been worth