Artifact Species Seedbed (12)
"You really are different from the things we encountered before."
The instant it hit the ground, the head shattered into pieces.
In the spot where it had been, strands of blood were being torn out from within, struggling to stretch into the outline of a head.
Watching the scene unfold, Jill finally couldn't help commenting on the far-too-honest "An."
And no one disagreed.
Honest or not, even the most obtuse person could tell that An's condition was indeed much better than the previous one's.
Her mental state was especially stable—astonishingly so. Her thoughts were clear, and she even mocked them in return. And after White's head was blown off, even that demonic double voice disappeared with it.
The voice that remained sounded slightly distorted, but it was still unmistakably An's.
"Are you saying... as long as you willingly accept the Scarlet Fever inside you, you can undergo some kind of transformation without needing anything else? And survive in this place?"
Seeing that the face only smiled without answering, Jill exchanged a glance with the scholar and the others, then continued summing things up.
"You got part of it right this time."
An finally nodded. She even stroked White's head, which had been outlined in blood threads.
"He really doesn't need to die. I was just a little lost at first, since no one had shared their experience with me. But—"
The next moment, she seized the head and shoved it straight back into place. She didn't stop there, but continued downward, causing White's body to crumble and fall apart.
"Don't you understand yet? This isn't a perilous situation. It's an opportunity for us... an opportunity we may never get again."
Her voice suddenly rose. At the same time, a gray-green flame ignited in An's palm, and