The space returned to calm, and the terrifying aura gradually faded. That figure had finally arrived.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes. Its appearance was vastly different from what he had imagined.
There was no figure at eye level. Only when Jiang Yan lowered his gaze considerably did he spot a gray silhouette.
The newcomer was short, draped in a gray cloak and wearing a half white mask. The exposed half of his face had an unreal wooden texture, while the edge of his jaw was stitched together with silver thread, seamless and tight. His entire appearance was exceedingly bizarre.
As Jiang Yan examined Forgetting Path, the eye outside Forgetting Path's half-mask silently watched Jiang Yan in return.
No emotion leaked from that deep, pitch-black eye socket. Jiang Yan even felt that the four puppets from before had been more human than him.
The dungeon description said Forgetting Path had drifted through the universe for countless years. Could this guy have been so bored that he turned himself into a doll?
Over long years, living beings often gradually lost themselves, becoming unable to take interest in anything around them. Such a state of mind, prolonged over time, could easily breed perverse hobbies and twist one's personality.
Jiang Yan suspected Forgetting Path was in that very state.
Click... click...
Forgetting Path turned his head, producing a crisp sound like interlocking gears.
The hollow socket of his eye brightened faintly for an instant before swiftly returning to normal.
He slowly raised a hand.
Countless threads gradually appeared throughout the space, then flew toward Forgetting Path, winding around his hands, feet, eye sockets, mask, and the seams in his cheeks...
Forgetting Path raised his hand. Red threads pulled at his body, making him twist in an extraordinarily distorted and clumsy posture as he slowly