Cyril glanced at Frank, the corner of his mouth stiffening slightly.
The thick, brown-bear-like hair that had covered his body had been burned away by the golden flames, along with the shoots, branches, leaves, and vines rooted in him.
With the rooted shoots and leaves having absorbed so many nutrients, his body had also grown considerably thinner, and his face was somewhat pale.
Overall, he looked as though he had undergone plastic surgery, with results comparable to Klein's "Faceless" ability.
"Need a mirror?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Rings of spectral blue ripples spread out, forming a mirror that resembled the surface of a tranquil lake.
Frank froze at the sight of the thin, pale man in a white shirt and suspenders in the "mirror." Then he raised his hands and turned around.
Only after inspecting himself carefully for a good while did he stop and ask in disbelief:
"Is that me?"
Nina approached curiously and looked him up and down.
"Frank, I never knew you were so handsome when you were young. You'd look even better if you still had hair."
Frank frowned. "This is far too unhealthy. I'll have to prepare some medicine to build my body back up."
Frank instinctively wanted to use his Beyonder abilities to create vines and hold everyone in place, but he recalled Cattleya's earlier warning and stopped himself just in time.
The next instant, the glass sphere that had been burning his palm and soul flew out.
Pure White Vision landed in Cyril's hand.
A second later, light gathered in his hand, condensing into a searing, dazzling ray that struck the enormous gray-black hand gripping the railing.
A sizzling sound rang out. A small, charred hole instantly appeared where the Pure White Ray had struck the