If this had been his first time, Kallen probably would not have understood what was happening, but he had experience now.
This was an attempt to subject his entire body and soul to Dark Moon Transformation.
Her appetite was enormous, so enormous that she could not be bothered to take only his Eyes of the Dark Moon. Instead, she wanted to renovate his body completely before moving in.
More precisely, it was not she who wanted to move in, but this bone. To a certain extent, however, this bone was her.
Kallen was not Neo, after all. That fellow's heart moved house every two weeks, and his broken ribs would not even have time to sell if they were sent to a butcher's shop.
Kallen rarely suffered this sort of purely physical, deep trauma. It felt as if his body were a balloon that had just been viciously punctured.
You lost the sense that "your body is yourself," and gradually your body became "a suitcase," "a coat."
It seemed Neo had been right. After enough injuries, you really did stop taking your body seriously. You began treating your palms and calves as "accessories," like hair and nails that could be trimmed and regrown.
The fact that these thoughts were occurring to him meant that Kallen was no longer as tense and anxious as before.
He was rather afraid that she might swing the bone and smash his head, or directly shred his soul. But since she intended to clean out his body before moving in...
Then this truly brought things back to the home ground he knew best.
The bone had long been covered in cracks. It had been taken from a grievously wounded divine body, endured repeated activations of the altar, and suffered the erosion of time.
One could