Ethan turned over and climbed to the edge of the terrace, stepping into the void.
The moment he touched those strings, his body changed as well, beginning to be assimilated and disintegrated by the characters, merging with countless characters in almost the blink of an eye.
That void became a bridge connecting two spaces, and moments later, thousands of characters detached from the main group, piecing together to gradually return to a humanoid form.
In this space, the concept of biology and material no longer existed. Everything here returned to its most primitive state, displayed as some sort of elemental symbols, with the humanoid figure formed by characters becoming the sole discordant factor.
The humanoid figure looked down at its own palm, seeing fluid, swirling characters reflected in its eyes.
No skin, no flesh, no bones.
"Impressive."
A voice came from the depths of the world dominated by white, praising Ethan's attempt.
