Kain kept his expression perfectly neutral, even as the abyssal wearing the boy's body shifted with another jerky, unnatural movement.
At one point it tried to casually shift it's weight to one leg the way a human might—and the leg bent sideways at an angle no joint should bend, like it was double‑jointed everywhere and nowhere at once. The movement looked painful, grotesque, and utterly unaware of its own anatomy.
The dragon had clearly never operated a human body before—its motions were stiff, twitchy, and occasionally contorted, like pieces of a puzzle forced together in the wrong order.
But its voice—smooth, smug, dripping with condescension—flowed effortlessly as it continued to narrate its 'grand life'
Kain let it ramble. The longer it talked, the more answers spilled out.
And after everything he'd just learned about 'divine energy', the dietary hierarchy among the abyssals, and past abyssal invasions… he decided to go fishing for the big question.
