Jason watched calmly as the Edward in front of him, who looked exactly like himself, then glanced at the box in the middle of the road, his eyes pensive.
The night breeze blew softly.
The scent of blood from inside the box drifted with the wind, spreading across the street, while Troys' decapitated head on top of the box still had its eyes wide open, pupils full of intense shock and disbelief.
And the piece of paper on the forehead fluttered back and forth with the night wind.
The words 'boring, not fun' on the note became distorted.
Suddenly, under the night sky, this blood-drenched head illuminated by the streetlight took on an additional sense of the bizarre.
Ritual!
The other party was completing a 'transformation' ritual.
This 'ritual' was different from the previous 'reincarnation'; it was a transformation of one person into another.
The two rituals must have some kind of connection.