The palm mask formed by "accident" was larger than an ordinary palm, like the proportions of an adult's hand covering a child's face. It completely covered William's forehead, eyes, and nose, leaving only his mouth exposed.
When this palm-shaped mask had fully formed over William's face,
Even Lord Carimus, the Black Treant who ruled the settlement, broke out in thick, cold sweat between his trunks. He instinctively leaned backward. If his legs had not already transformed into deep roots, he probably would have taken several steps back.
"Why does the mask have this shape? Shouldn't the masks of all Face Condensation users have the same form, with only the strips composing the mask differing?
"And the Abyss strips this fellow formed are actually fine to this extent. They're even thinner than the root fibers I condensed back then, and there are several times as many. There's also an indescribable feeling, as though something is directing this mask.
"He clearly only has Open Source Limit. How can he have reached this level?"
As Lord Carimus continued staring at the young man, he gradually began to see some unrealistic images.
First, he saw a pale arm draped over the young man's shoulder.
Then he saw a head with a strange smile roll down beside the young man.
More and more apparitions of the dead clung to the young man's back. In the end, the piled-up scene was even taller than his gigantic tree body.
But in the blink of an eye, those images vanished again.
The young man beneath the tree, who had completed Face Condensation, remained motionless. He seemed to be quietly experiencing the process, or perhaps suppressing the murderous intent and thoughts madly growing within him. Maybe he was making peace with "himself."
He maintained his seated posture for three