Qin Ran saw Mary as she was now.
Her golden hair had long since withered to yellow, and her blue eyes had turned grayish white, bulging from her skeletal face, filled with hatred so intense it had become tangible.
Everything was exactly as he had just guessed.
"Why didn't you save me?"
The Mary before him asked once again.
Her hoarse voice came from a body that was half mummy, half skeleton, trembling violently as though to express her wrath.
Qin Ran watched in silence.
"Are you repenting?"
Mary, in the form of the dead, asked him.
Her voice was still unpleasant, yet it did nothing to conceal her mockery.
"No!"
"I was thinking about why your current appearance is almost exactly the same as what I guessed—hatred, obsession, ugly looks, and a mocking tone! After seeing the scene in the camp just now, those guesses surfaced in my mind almost immediately when you grabbed me and I confirmed it was you. Then, you really appeared before me like this."
"Then..."
Qin Ran spoke as he stared at Mary in her dead form.
Mary's original appearance had already surfaced in his mind.
The moment he thought of it, flesh once again filled Mary's body, and her shriveled figure became full and supple.
Her withered yellow hair regained its golden luster, while her blue eyes became lively and animated.
A smile appeared on Mary's face. Her body seemed to float upward, light as though weightless, while she pointed toward Warren Garrison Camp.
A vortex appeared there.
After spinning rapidly, the corpses scattered across the ground vanished.
The camp was still the camp, and the patrolling guards continued their patrols.
Farther away, in the direction of the Steppe People, a sharp, anguished cry rang out.
No one else heard it, yet it