The contours on the stone platform gradually took on a humanoid shape, like bushes pruned by a gardener.
The Mimic's Body started to fill Lu Li's silhouette, with black hair growing from the scalp, each strand harmonizing with his soul.
Then came the facial features and more delicate outlines. The flesh beneath the pale skin began to writhe, reconstructing human internal structures by Claire's will.
"Margaret, go and help."
Claire looked at her mother, who was meticulously sketching the brain, the core of everything. Without a body, Lu Li could still survive, but if the brain were damaged, Lu Li would start a new life in a state of idiocy. More lamentably, even if he died again to become a ghost, he wouldn't recover.
"Bring all the labeled potions." Chris gestured for Margaret to fetch the potion bottles from the shelves, then picked up the floating potion beside her, pouring it over Lu Li.
The writhing skin absorbed the potion, accompanied by Chris's chant-like murmurs.
