The edges of the wound were jagged and irregular, obviously marks left by the claws of some fierce beast.
In the culture of the Stone Heart Tribe, such scars are symbols of supreme honor.
Only after a life-and-death struggle with the most ferocious predators in the desert can one earn such a "Warrior's Mark."
Each scar represents an experience on the brink of death, proof of a warrior's courage and strength.
But the moment this face appeared in Cecilia's vision, the carefully maintained "aesthetic realm" began to tremble violently.
"No..."
She covered her mouth, retched, and her face turned pale as paper:
"Such... ugliness..."
The originally orderly mirror fragments began to spin chaotically, reflecting distorted and shattered light and shadow.
The change in temperature, the misalignment of the mirrors, the chaos of light...
The originally perfect balance of the aesthetic system was completely out of control at this moment.
"Damn it..."
