Honestly, judging from what had happened before, this flexible skull was almost the gentlest of the Fallen Star race's sacred relics, much like the material it was made of.
According to Frankie's explanation at the time, its only effect when worn over the head was to seal away a memory, sparing the wearer from its torment.
And when they needed to, they could put it on again—not only to relive the past, but also to share it with others.
So in theory, the giantess's actions weren't particularly dangerous.
The main reason Frankie had reacted so dramatically was the timing.
With one strange event after another and the pressure mounting until their nerves were about to snap, having someone beside him suddenly do something incomprehensible was bound to be a shock.
Especially since, even after Frankie's reflexive roar, the giantess seemed completely unmoved.
Of course, the look on her face could hardly be called calm, either.
Judging by her earlier behavior, it was hard to imagine she could make such an expression.
All traces of her provocative attitude had vanished. Her eyes brimmed with fear, even pain.
But from her expression alone, it was hard to say what was causing her pain.
Or why she was desperately trying to put the skull on even as she seemed to be doing everything she could to stop herself.
That was right: Fu Qian could clearly sense the contradiction in the giantess at that moment.
Her muscles were taut, sweat rolled down her face like beads, and even the two sides of her face seemed to be at odds with each other, moving out of sync.
It was as if there were two pilots inside that body.
But from the looks of it, the will that had managed to put the skull on her