"Arrived?"
Arrived? Arrived? Arrived? Arrived...
Green's muttering in this boundless world of white bones surprisingly triggered echoes, which defied the most basic rules of the real material world.
Echo refers to the sound being reflected back, and here, as an immensely vast world, what serves as the medium for the echo in such an open space?
No immediate danger detected around, Green bent down and picked up a piece of bone, observing it minutely with the Face of Truth.
"It's actually a tangible material?"
It's actually a tangible material? It's actually a tangible material? It's actually a tangible material...
Green began to adjust to the echo here, automatically filtering it, concentrating intently on the observation of this bone, summarizing the most basic information.
