The thing left behind by the third director... That anomalous object capable of threatening me?
Watching Leon pull it out from the large pot, that crimson weapon formed by dozens of miniaturized and twisted divine corpses intertwined together, looking at those slowly moving faces of the True Gods on the gun barrel as if they hadn't truly died, feeling the immense weight of their resentment and unwillingness.
The Faceless Man felt as if his entire body was seized by a bizarre coldness, even during the desperate journey through the Frozen Coffin River, being eroded by the purest death, this chill was far more terrifying than the spear before him.
Can't win... Absolutely can't win!
