Which one was more charming went without saying, didn't it?
Rhodes Island's level of control over Specter was famous throughout the entire landship.
A dedicated intensive isolation recovery room, specially reinforced walls, round-the-clock medical operator supervision, entry and exit logs, plus cumbersome dual authentication for access control.
Normally, this Abyssal Hunter's range of movement was tightly restricted to a few tiny rooms, with designated operators or medical personnel accompanying her at all times.
Chen Li and Skaði stood side by side outside the one-way blastproof glass, looking in through the thick transparent barrier.
What greeted Chen Li's eyes was a beautiful woman dressed in a black-and-white nun's habit. She had a head of dazzling silver-white hair, and her iconic nun's cap covered most of her forehead, with a few exposed strands hanging beside her pale cheeks.
Below the slightly tattered hem of her nun's dress were a pair of long, slender legs tightly encased in deep black stockings.
Under the cold, harsh lights of the recovery room, the thin, semi-sheer black fabric gave off a faint velvety sheen full of tension, perfectly outlining the supple, slender curves of her legs before extending all the way down into her dark leather boots.
Yet her face, as exquisite and fragile as porcelain, bore no expression at all. There was only a heart-palpitating stillness.
Specter sat quietly on the restraint bed, her hands resting obediently on her knees, while a soft glow radiated from her body.
It was a trace of the Appendix Reactor's continuous operation after Chen Li had blessed all of Terra, under the influence of the Boundary Stone's underlying Worldview.
This newly formed organ was gradually converting the ultra-high-concentration liquid Originium that the Church of the Deep Sea had forcibly injected into her spinal cord into pure vitality.
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