"So that's how it is."
The One-eyed Giant sat cross-legged in front of the massive bronze door, letting out a long sigh.
He looked towards the sky—
As his own form had become mountainous, the Book of the Dead was no longer a tiny book.
Now it was about half the size of a basketball court, exuding an aura of cold ice and darkness, quite spectacular to behold.
"How did you get so big too?"
The One-eyed Giant—or, to put it differently, Wu Xiaode, silently wondered in his heart.
A line of ice crystal characters emerged on the Book of the Dead:
"If you can grow, why can't I? I am your ability, capable of expanding or shrinking!"
The One-eyed Giant shook his head.
He discovered that even the act of shaking his head brought about a gust of wind.
"Not used to it? Want to change back?"
Nina was sitting on his giant hand, tilting her head up, asking with concern.
"Let me adapt a bit more," said the One-eyed Giant.
"I want to try too—"