When William fell to the lowest level of the abyss and was smashed to pieces, scattered in all directions,
all the whispers from the darkness, the crushing pressure, and even the direct assaults on his flesh vanished completely. The source of the pressure no longer existed.
It was as though the abyss had acknowledged this young visitor,
or perhaps William had fully adapted to the abyss during his descent.
His completely shattered body did not immediately heal. Instead, his severed right arm, flung away from him, first emitted a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds.
The fingers of the severed arm gradually began to move.
A black liquid that did not belong to the Old World seeped from the gaps between the fingers, mending the breaks and reconnecting the bones until the entire arm had returned to its original state.
Using its five fingers as "feet," the arm began to move. A length of Thorned Iron Chain still hung from the break at its end, giving it the appearance of a tail.
The severed arm did not return directly to William, its main body. Instead, it moved about collecting the scattered organs, shattered bones, and fragments of limbs, packing them together in a woven bag formed through "shedding" before bringing them back.
As the scattered parts returned to his body, William, his face covered in Dead Person Makeup, slowly crawled to his feet like an ancient corpse. His twisted, dislocated body writhed until it returned to normal.
Finally, he cupped his upper and lower heads in both hands and twisted hard. Crack... Even his completely dislocated head was wrenched back into place.
"Ahh~" William let out a rather comfortable groan as well.
"This is the lowest level of the abyss... No, more precisely, this should be the lowest level of the