"Stringy."
"..."
Wei'en was speechless. 'I'm not a pervert. I can't just have a conversation with a zombie about whether her flesh is stringy, can I?'
"Now that you've recovered, you should head back first."
Shawa's torn flesh on her face and body had healed somewhat, but faint scars were still visible. Her originally filthy dress was now in tatters.
"Mm."
After watching her teleport back through the array, Wei'en gave his gun a flourish. 'Looks like I need to get her a nicer set of clothes...'
With that thought, he had the driver summon the Mechanical Gate.
As the mechanical door with a clock face materialized, Marco immediately ran over to inspect it, tapping it from time to time. "Wei'en, I'm sure of it—this gate of yours has mutated."
Wei'en grasped the clock's hands to open the Mechanical Gate and placed his firearm inside. "Perhaps. It's something I learned from that Era Relic last time."
