When Swan's half-mechanical, half-flesh head appeared before him, countless thoughts flashed through Charles's mind.
The next second, as a thought crossed Charles's mind, over a dozen transparent tentacles rose up beside Swan, carrying white-hot arcs of electricity as they swiftly coiled toward him.
WHIRRR… The rattling of mechanical gears rang out as a cannon barrel extended from the mechanical side of Swan's body, firing directly at the tentacles.
What spewed from the barrel wasn't a cannonball, but a writhing mass of flesh and blood, as if he had literally fired his own internal organs.
The instant that mass touched Charles's tentacles, a jagged, blood-red maw split open from within it, madly devouring them.
"The great Feast-Goer has granted me power! Power beyond your imagination!" Swan screamed like a madman, leaping toward Charles like a deformed frog.
At that exact moment, following Lily's swift command from the deck gun, the barrel swung around and fired a shot at Swan.
