Standing atop the Mosasaur's head, Grey looked coldly into the distance.
His long gray hair and clothes fluttered wildly in the wind as the enormous Mosasaur soared through the sky at incredible speed. Several strands of his hair were blown across his face, partially obscuring his features.
However, Grey's expression did not change.
Even though the hair covering his face made it difficult to see his emotions, it could not conceal the faint glint in his eyes.
He appeared to be calmly observing the sky and the vast world stretching out before him. However, Grey's true thoughts were not focused on the world outside.
His consciousness was entirely focused on his sea of consciousness.
Within that vast spiritual space, the rusty nail trembled intensely.
A wave of frigid air continuously drifted out from the rusty nail, spreading throughout Grey's entire sea of consciousness. Wherever the cold air passed, the normally vibrant spiritual sea became strangely quiet.
