Wood's Organ Feast

The question had not been loud, yet this simple question left the image in the Bronze Mirror frozen, like a machine whose gears had jammed. It gave no answer for a long while.

Cavis sensed that something was wrong as well. He walked up to the Bronze Mirror and copied Li Ziran's question. "Where are your eyes?"

That question was like the last straw that broke the machine's back. With a bang, the image in the Bronze Mirror exploded, turning into clouds of mist that dispersed completely. Within that mist, a soul screamed desperately.

"Li Ziran, I'm Lain! I'm Lain! Save me!"

Unfortunately, the voice grew fainter and fainter before being swallowed up in the blink of an eye. Other than some lingering Soul Energy, there was nothing left on the Cross.

"This... is impossible!" Cavis said blankly. "It shouldn't be. I've already locked onto that Ghostling. He couldn't possibly have escaped my capture."

Li Ziran smiled. What was impossible about it? If Cavis could not capture him, it only meant he was inferior.

This was a fake.

"Let me see Wood," Li Ziran suddenly said. "He should be able to help me."

"No! You cannot come into contact with him!" Cavis rejected the idea outright.

Li Ziran smiled. "Cavis, do you think it's appropriate to refuse now? Look at the lousy job you've done. You said you'd help me deal with the Time Ghost, but what did you catch instead? A clown who toyed with you? What, do you think that gaining a little Redemption Organ means you've seized the initiative? Let me tell you the truth: as long as I wish it, you could be buried by your own new organ at any moment."

As he spoke, he lightly snapped his fingers. Cavis abruptly clutched his temple and