Chapter 313 — The Lord Who Guards the Stars
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Now only his face has not yet fully turned to wood. To reverse the process is very difficult, but it is no trouble for me — after all, I come from the Netherworld, and I command life and death… " The membrane behind her head opened, revealing the eye-shaped patterns. Two beams of light shot from those eye-like patterns, one to the left, one to the right, and poured into the body of the man in the tree. Gradually the wood upon his surface began to slough away; on his neck, the texture of skin emerged, no longer the grain of wood.