Pain like billions of poisoned ice needles pierced the soul, accompanied by a strange tingling sensation of recasting the body, every nerve of Si Lingle's reborn return screamed madly.
The newborn arm shimmered with a jade-like, warm luster, yet within it surged a force far more majestic than at her peak, combined with an ancient power cold and rigid as the Law itself.
It seemed not a part of flesh and blood, but an extension of the will of this silent ruin, a key temporarily endowed by the "Primordial Star Dust," cold and heavy.
"Ugh..." She attempted to lift this unfamiliar arm, joints emitting a faint but clear sound like friction of glass, accompanied by an even more surging sensation of tearing.
But even deeper power was simultaneously pouring into her core—a force of "anchoring" derived from the ice-blue ripples, stubbornly resisting the omnipresent solidifying Law of the ruins, like struggling to carve out a small path of activity within frozen amber.
