C124 Don't Touch the Fish Anymore, Go Back to Work!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Igrel traversed the stark white expanse, a glint of platinum sparkling in his pale golden vertical pupils.

"This must be a physical representation of consciousness, yet it's strange to experience touch and other sensations here. It's quite extraordinary."

He eyed his claws—no visible change, but beneath the scales, amidst the dense magic, a streak of platinum shimmered