It was clear that Lord Yarakir was indeed in a hurry.
When he had established a connection with the Pope, he had thrown out his right eyeball to use as a coordinate, increasing the chances of locking on.
Now, like his left hand, it was incomplete, missing part of its essence.
So there was nothing too strange about his arm turning into a worm, or his eyeball becoming like this.
But it also showed that this Higher Being didn't want to leave any weakness unaddressed.
Besides, compared to the other parts, his right eye still had a unique quality.
Unlike the extremely clumsy worm arm, it not only moved nimbly along with his other eye, but also diligently relayed visual signals to him.
It was quite miraculous, but considering that worm he had pulled out of his neck when he first entered the Nightmare Corridor, this sort of connection between the senses was understandable.
And it was precisely because of this that even Wen Li, whom he was meeting for the second time, hadn't noticed anything amiss.
Unfortunately for Fu Qian, he had never liked to chalk changes up to mere luck.
The moment he realized his field of vision had widened a little after entering the Corridor, he had compared it with his worm arm, considered the possibility, and decided to leave it as it was.
After all, the current situation couldn't exactly be called a bad thing.
Pulling it out might slightly slow the spread of the contamination, but it clearly wouldn't be a good way to cooperate. It could also frighten the child in his dream.
The scene before him was a perfect example.
Without the added shock of that worm arm, which was even more unsettling, Miss Wen might have needed quite a while longer to