The probing continued, and it felt as if perfectly-fitted steel needles were excavating one's veins, without any sense of pain or even psychological rejection. A sense of passive integration dominated Lyle's entirety as he felt a deeper understanding of the Ominous giant's body under the scrutiny of the Intangible Son. His mood was neither good nor bad; if not for the high-level spiritual attachment from the Evil God's offspring, perhaps the chaotic and incomprehensible sensation he was experiencing might have turned into unspeakable terror.
Perhaps, to the Evil God, servants like the Intangible Son were as adorable as the Phantom clan.
