Wu Heng's voice became a three-part chorus once more, as though it were filled with countless layers of noise, as if Satan, the Goat-Man Devil, and Lucifer were all speaking at the same time.
A goat-like pattern emerged across the left half of his body, making him look as though he had been flayed, covered in an eerie red. The right half of his body was covered in black scales, while three pairs of interwoven gray-white wings extended from his spine like three tattoos.
Yet it gave off a feeling utterly at odds with Wu Heng himself.
That sense of contradiction was like a man wearing a woman's halter top and a pair of children's shoes—one glance was enough to see how mismatched and ill-fitting it was.
But such attire would only seem ridiculous. The contradiction Wu Heng exuded, however, inspired terror and suffocation, leaving no one daring to entertain the slightest improper thought.
After countless attempts, he had finally realized that this world could not fully absorb all three of his traits unless he was willing to abandon two of them.
But that was obviously impossible. How could he spit out meat that had already entered his mouth?
Thus, Wu Heng used this method to temporarily suppress the main bodies of the three traits beneath his physical form, treating it as a means of repression and control.
Naoko watched as the structure of the hellish space before her underwent continuous, bizarre changes. The space along its edges kept folding in on itself, then unfolding again.
Within this hell, the laws of physics had been replaced by strange rules born from the struggle among the three traits.
A mass of foul, gestating blood that had originally pooled in one place now simultaneously displayed solid, liquid, and gaseous states, along with