Yarin's POV:
'I' swarmed toward the dwarf. Seeing this, he finally became serious. But at the same time, he seemed to be even more excited. He muttered nervously, "Art… This was simply a supreme work of art. Formless was tangible. Formless is myriad… It's so perfect and coincidental. As expected, you're the one chosen…"
I acted as if I didn't hear his crazy words and attacked mercilessly. In an instant, I drilled a few bloody holes in his limbs. The blunt metal legs of the stool were not sharp, and it would take a lot of strength to pierce through a person's body. This would cause greater pain and crush his muscles and bones.
A normal person should not be able to stand up by now, but the dwarf was not normal. He ignored the wounds on his body, and a rope appeared beside him at some point. It was the same as the one worn on the hostage, stained with red-to-black blood.
