"???"
Su Xuan glanced at the numerous weapons floating in the air, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
'What are these weapons for?'
'And considering what Paslo just said...'
'Is the point of the ritual to punish Paslo's body with these weapons, to make sure she stays lucid?'
'No matter how I think about it, this is just weird!'
But before he could finish his thought, Paslo's condition suddenly changed.
"It hurts... It hurts so much!"
Paslo lowered her head slightly, biting her lip and groaning in pain.
At the same time, bright red blood vessels began to spread across her skin like fine patterns, gradually covering her originally silver-gray body.
The sight made Su Xuan fix his gaze on Paslo's transformation, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to handle the crisis.
Especially since Paslo was over five meters tall, like a giant standing before him.
