Konrad's hands flashed in incantation gestures, causing human flesh ball to expand, morph, twist and shrink, before starting over. Meanwhile, black fog still poured from his sleeves and fueled the transformation.
Before such a dreadful scene, even Zamira and Else couldn't stop their eyes from widening in disbelief. As for Astarte, while she'd been through legions of death matches, such eldritch a scene, she had never seen.
*Clap*
Konrad joined his hands, causing the flesh ball's transformation to reach its final stage. It turned into a 1.8 meters tall, genderless human frame with snow-white skin, a bald head, and closed eyes.
However, though this slender human frame possessed arms and legs, no nose, ears or lips stood on its figure. Konrad beckoned, and the dark fog pulled the makes.h.i.+ft creature toward him before lowering it onto the ground.
"Master, what…is that?"
Astarte blurted, unable to restrain her shock. And though they didn't speak the words, Zamira and Else's faces clearly showcased them. More startling of all was that under the scrutiny of their Origin Sight, this makes.h.i.+ft body appeared…completely flawless. Devoid of impurity, devoid of imperfection, and only containing the best in the victims.
"That, my dear, is the future. Humanity's future."
Konrad replied, and with another wave of his hand, the makes.h.i.+ft body vanished within his s.p.a.ce ring.
"Are you…trying to create a new form of undead?"
Else inquired, and hearing this, Konrad couldn't help but smile. He stood up, spun and stepped toward the fallen Aran tribe's exit, leading the three alongside him, while the Hidden Moon Pavilion's experts remained in their shadows.
"Not just undead. I want true immortals."
…
Meanwhile, Verena and Yvonne stepped deeper into the Hidden Forest, and recalling the brume they faced at its entrance, Verena couldn't help but sigh.
"No wonders the average expert can't make his way out of the Hidden Forest. To say nothing of what lies inside, that brume alone is enough to lead non-sages into perdition."
Verena remarked while sweeping the murky forest with her Origin Sight. Even inside, the brume lingered, making it so that the atmosphere always maintained a gray shade, and ensuring the unprepared wouldn't fare long.
