Twin-Faced Tower Izermar: The Milky Sea Today

Was that really the case?

Crack—

With a crisp sound, the puppet whose core had been shattered moved its limbs and finally stood back up. The ominous crimson light lit up in its eyes once more.

Although one of its cores had been destroyed, it was of no consequence to it. It possessed two cores at once; only by destroying both could it truly be deprived of power.

But there would be no such chance now.

Mick felt an unusual weakness throughout his body. Flames seemed to rise in his mouth and nose with every breath, while a violent wave of nausea surged up, his stomach churning like a stormy sea.

More importantly, his body had inexplicably slipped beyond his control. His muscles convulsed violently, his nerves felt like burning iron wires, and his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.

The moment this happened, he understood what had occurred to him.

"Poison...?"

He lowered his head to look at the tiny, supposedly insignificant wounds on his body. Their edges had darkened, and blackened blood vessels could clearly be seen beneath the skin, spreading like a spiderweb.

Bang—!

There was no doubt that the source of the poison was the blade in the puppet's hand.

The pale white, grotesque blade mercilessly pierced El-Melloi VII's chest, pinning him to the tree trunk. After the instant coldness and numbness came searing pain. He tried to struggle, but he no longer had the strength.

Though he could not see its expression clearly, El-Melloi VII felt that it was mocking him. Even after all these years, he had never changed at all.

After traveling like this for roughly half an hour, she heard the sound of running water. A strange scent hung in the air.

Trimmau's body melted once again, turning into Moon Cell Liquid. Using its