A40 waited for Huang Feng to respond, but Huang Feng didn't speak.
Huang Feng's complexion was completely distorted.
She let out a foolish giggle, with her eyes squinted into a cluster. Earlier, she had been submerged by the waves and then crawled through the dust. Now her face was smeared with mud and grass, with gravel stuck to the edges of her cheeks, like irreparable scars.
She had gone mad.
A40 realized she could understand nothing at all.
Long devastated by disease and experimental therapies, she was very thin, and her complexion was bizarrely poor. Before coming here, her face and body had been smeared with Blackfire runes, to the point where she no longer resembled a human being at all.
Like some kind of primitive animal.
A40 could only clumsily move its own icy steel arms to touch Huang Feng's equally cold, temperatureless body.