In an instant.
With a tremendous crackle, surges of purple-glowing electricity shot from the severed arm into Lynn's body.
Before Lynn could react, electricity coursed through him with a barrage of crackles and hisses. His crackling skeleton was even faintly visible through the flashes.
"Z-z-z-z-z-zapped-!"
The next moment, Lynn's screams rang throughout the Night Doctor outpost.
[Ding! You are being struck by a five-thousand-volt electric current. Your Health is dropping!] [Ding! You are being struck by a ten-thousand-volt electric current. Your Health is dropping!]
Over ten minutes later.
Inside the ward, Lynn sat in his wheelchair with his hair standing on end, his clothes in tatters, and a dark expression on his face. Blue smoke rose from his entire body, and strands of electricity still arced from the tips of his hair all the way down to where his wheelchair touched the floor.
[Ding! Your single-person combat support wheelchair is charging. Current charge: 91%] [Ding! Your single-person combat support wheelchair is continuing to charge. Current charge: 92%]
Across from him, Black String Moon had already changed into a white striped hospital gown and sat hugging her long legs, her long hair falling loosely over her shoulders. It was completely different from her previous Gothic dress, but the hospital gown gave her an especially fresh, ethereal air.
It seemed that, no matter the occasion,
she always paid close attention to her appearance. Her elegant mannerisms were practically etched into her circuit boards. From any angle, every frame could have served as the background for an illustration.
The only thing that broke the harmony
was her severed arm, like the Venus de Milo.
"So was that an ordinary electrical leak, or a deliberate electrical leak...?"
Lynn asked with a dark expression.
Black String Moon glanced at him