Mutants began their transformation again, but what emerged from their shattered bodies was an endlessly extending chain, reaching out toward the fragmented remains of Mercury in the sky above.
Shackles, encircling, entwining ceaselessly...
Then, a second one followed, roaring fiercely like a massive turtle, from the collapse of the earth. Pain and hatred turned into chains, rising into the sky.
Thousands of ferocious birds in the firmament devoured and fused with one another, transformed, like links of a chain, entwining upon the outspread hands of others.
And there were more, those dying, mutated, or even those creatures still retaining human forms, bathed in a blood-like ocean, embracing the once-feared iron disease, shedding their corporeal shells, being turned into chains, wrapping around the Saint.
Keeping him shackled in this rebellious cage...
And amidst the collapsing buildings and surging bloodwaters, Ji Jue saw again a familiar figure...
"97?"
He murmured softly.