Wick grabbed the torn opening of the gown, reached out and forcibly ripped it apart, revealing his body.
From the chest to the abdomen, the front of his upper body was sewn with a large patch of pale skin.
Compared to skin, the texture of the pale area was more akin to rock; on closer inspection, the lines on the skin surface vaguely formed a face.
The face moved in sync with Wick, as Wick chewed and swallowed food, it too was swallowing something.
Han'er found the face somewhat familiar, on the night of the falling moon, this face seemed to have emerged on the crashing moon.
Han'er stared at Wick in shock, unable to believe it:
"What have you done?!"
Wick showed a fanatical expression and said:
"You should have guessed it. When the Eternal Pure Light shattered the First Miracle, a fragment of the moon fell to the ground."
"I sewed it onto myself, and I can feel its presence, it's been telling me that I'm right."
