That was neither the posture of a human, nor that of an angel.
The pure black Angel Halo had the luster and texture of black diamonds... but it was utterly shattered.
It was like bulletproof glass that had been hammered, shot at, and covered in web-like cracks before being forcibly glued back together, leaving very apparent gaps in the middle.
It did not feel like wearing a blindfold, nor did it fit onto the scalp like a metal hoop.
Rather, it was embedded more tightly, fitting completely within the skull and beneath the scalp.
—Just like a "Chip".
Qiao no longer had eyes. He didn't even have eye sockets.
Where his deep-set eyes should have been, there were now strips of light like those of a robot. The gaps in the halo were filled with crimson flesh. Tiny blood vessels fused within different fragments, pulsating feebly like minute tentacles, from a distance looking like myriad of tiny bugs crawling across the shattered halo.
