In the pure white world, a streak of black intruded—a power erupted so suddenly that, in the instant it surged forth, Roger felt as if he had already lost control of his body.
He became a wandering consciousness, then watched helplessly as his body floated into mid-air, narrowly evading the monster's attack.
Then, he extended his frail arms and swayed them gently in the air.
"What a strange little creature!"
Granny Snow's silver hair scattered backward, revealing a gnarled and menacing face.
Her mouth split open wide, sharp teeth protruded from within, and a crimson tongue, slick with mucus, darted toward Roger.
But at that moment, Granny Snow, in her frenzied charge, failed to notice the abnormality unfolding within her own body.
With every step forward, her body fell apart inch by inch. By the time she reached Roger, an invisible force had already shredded her into countless pieces, leaving only a solitary head.
