Regrets

Slowly, the figure whose head was enveloped in Eisen's hand just now disappeared as if falling apart into particles of light, and the onlookers around this Market were trying to understand what just happened, so Eisen explained it to them as Guards surrounded him.

"This one here was an Artificial. And I'm not sure if this is a known fact yet, but Artificials are immortal. He will come back in four hours." The old man exclaimed, trying to stop the infliction of fear for a moment by switching from his Yin state to his Yang state.