So what should it be called?
A Mystical Prosthetic? Puppet Ascension?
In that brief glimpse just now, I could tell that all the flesh on Ailuo's forearm had been carved away and replaced with carefully arranged cotton.
The source of the idea aside, the craftsmanship alone was worth admiring.
The end result was astonishing, too. It didn't seem to hinder her movements at all.
The place Witch had thought of right away was certainly no ordinary place.
"You could say that. What else did you notice?"
Witch clearly didn't need confirmation to know what Fu Qian was referring to.
Her gesture just now, inviting him to step forward and greet Ailuo, had obviously been a cue to take a closer look.
"And... the weather's nice, but it's too hot."
The exchange still wasn't over. Faced with Witch's new question, Fu Qian thought for a moment, then brought up the awkward small talk from earlier.
"Right. Maybe they painted that thing too big."
Witch's reaction seemed a little unusual. The next moment, she raised her hand and pointed overhead.
So it really was underground?
Fu Qian looked up at the sky, where even a few clouds had been painted.
Honestly, at first glance, it looked fairly natural.
If it weren't for the fact that it hadn't moved once since they arrived.
A Doll Workshop deep underground. Workers whose mystical prosthetics had undergone ascension. A painted sky sheltering them as they manufactured vast quantities of stock over the long years...
The combination of all those elements was undeniably strange.
"So how did you first discover this place?"
As he admired the scene, Fu Qian found himself curious about how Witch had stumbled upon it all those years ago.
"Like I told you before, after I was born, I wandered everywhere. The