Angel: "An old friend?"
"Yes." A faint sadness flickered in Ironclad Granny's eyes as she sighed and said, "To be precise, it's the limb of an old friend."
The limb of an old friend? Angel paused for two seconds before realizing what Ironclad Granny meant. He extended his finger and lightly tapped the tabletop, and a surge of Illusion Nodes flowed from his fingertip, casually constructing an Illusion on the wooden surface.
The Illusion depicted the scene Dororo had seen at the time.
A pitch-black underground cavern, with numerous containers and various organs placed around rectangular stone platforms surrounding the altar.
Among them, the most eye-catching organ was a female arm submerged in a long, liquid container.
"Is it this one?" Angel pointed at the black and red patterned arm, which stood out among the many organs stored in containers.
