The cylindrical container began to slowly open, and a white mist spread from within, quickly covering the floor with a layer of frost.
Xie Jiatu, bare-chested, stepped out of the container expressionlessly. His gaze shifted between murkiness and clarity, repeatedly and swiftly changing, until it finally regained its luster.
The hawk-headed Pharaoh did not choose this moment to attack Xie Jiatu, who had come back to his senses from the container... It merely assumed a defensive posture, cautious as if facing a formidable enemy.
It might have been an illusion, but Yamana even felt that the hawk-headed Pharaoh exuded a sense of unease at this moment.
"I never thought I would come back to my senses in this way."
The voice... the voice of Xie Jiatu's true self after awakening echoed in the final chamber, slightly lacking the indifference he had as the High Priest, yet much colder than the voice of Professor Xie Jiatu, her adoptive father in the outside world, in Yamana's memory.
