Clatter!
The beautiful sound of chains played through the black-and-white world.
The chains lengthened with the sound, like vines soaked in an alchemical growth potion. The male Bearer, who had dropped to his knees and vomited in agony first, swayed as he rose. Like a slithering snake, the chain reached toward Monster Wolf as it grew.
Clack-clack!
Monster Wolf worked his jaws, filthy again after all that commotion.
Ruger raised an eyebrow and glanced from side to side.
"Bleeergh-"
The towering older sister was still vomiting.
Ruger glanced at her. She was probably two heads taller than he was in his Demon Form with the Hourglass of Impermanence fully unleashed.
He watched her vomit. First came copious amounts of green slime mixed with black liquid, then bloody fluid so dark red it was almost black. Amid a crisp clattering, a chain emerged from her mouth, yet even that could not stop her vomiting. So neither this colorful mess nor the vomiting itself had been caused by Monster Wolf's chain, as it had been for the bald man and the refined-looking Bearer. She had needed to vomit all along.
After spending decades carried on a loved one's back, she finally had a rare chance to vomit to her heart's content.
The nauseating stench made Ruger retreat three steps.
The astonishing torrent continued, leaving Ruger dumbfounded. He knew little about these Bearers' affairs, but he could guess that Burden Objects inevitably underwent some experimentation. Even his beautiful fur had needed cultivation, let alone these bizarre things.
The older sister finally began bringing up things an ordinary person might vomit, spewing mouthfuls of bright red blood. Yet soon it became mixed with chunks of flesh and internal organs, as though she intended to vomit herself to death.
Ruger felt he might be about