Not far away, Eight-Armed Skeleton A Nan seemed completely unaffected by the energy wave. He quietly watched Pandora and the Lich Old Man's actions without joining them, looking thoroughly uninterested.
The only things he was interested in now were bone materials, bone materials, and bone materials.
Tilting his head slightly, he glanced at the group of Magic Puppets created by the Lich Old Man beside him and discovered that every single Magic Puppet's Soul Fire had gone out, leaving them devoid of vitality. He reached out and lightly tapped the nearest one. With a clatter, the Magic Puppets toppled like dominoes, collapsing into a pile of bones.
The ghostly flames in Eight-Armed Skeleton A Nan's eye sockets flickered a few times in surprise. The next moment, he shrugged. With no moral burden whatsoever, he immediately began picking up bones as though he were collecting money off the street.
The Lich Old Man did not notice Eight-Armed Skeleton A Nan's actions. He had already rushed with Pandora to the entrance of Laboratory No. 3, dragging a Black Scythe condensed from dark mist behind him, ready to throw himself into battle at any moment.
Pandora was not about to fall behind either. Her little face was filled with rage, and she was still furious over having suffered a loss by accident earlier. Too lazy to open the door, she leaped up and kicked it. With a thud, the sturdy door flew away, and she swiftly entered the room.
Inside, numerous emergency lights flickered, illuminating a massive glass container in the middle that resembled a pool.
The glass container was filled two-thirds full with nutrient solution. Tinwood, now nearly two meters tall, was soaking inside. It looked very quiet, less like the culprit behind all the trouble and more like an innocent victim.