The circus beneath the abyss.
The strength Reagan displayed was beyond imagination, even Art stood up, pulling a kaleidoscope-like telescope from his pocket to carefully observe the situation inside the arena.
However, what Art wanted to see was not the charred corpse, nor the mysterious woman emerging from Reagan's back, but Reagan himself.
Reagan's abdomen, hit by the giant blade, was revealed as his clothing was torn apart, exposing flesh that surprisingly glistened with a perfect metallic sheen.
"What kind of body is this... being slashed like that and yet nothing happens? William, who exactly is your friend? In the entire Old World, the only ones capable of connecting flesh and metal seem to be monks, but a monk's flesh isn't this smooth and their metallic expression is merely an iron chain structure, not like this."
