"Life and death?
Space?
Time?
All correct, yet all incorrect — when I guessed that you hadn't died, I began searching for the clues left behind, and that poison was the means I found.
The only gain.
So, I refined a portion of it.
Used life and death to [reverse] its only 'life', cultivated it in my unique space, then marked it with manipulated time.
Let it grow.
The moment you appeared, you felt its initial form, now...
It's time for you to experience its final form."
The Old Lion spoke with a sly smile.
As those words fell, the body of the Old Lion transformed greatly, turning from human appearance into a constructed body, made unmistakably of wood and iron nails.
Crack!
Its chest opened.
In the very middle of the chest cavity, a syringe suddenly pierced out, stabbing into the Blood Marquis's body.
The Countess of South Los frowned.
This Countess noticed something amiss.
