Looking at the new Foundation member he was meeting for the first time, Charles thought for a moment and said, "So, this surgery is a craniotomy? The risk must be pretty high."
"That's right. Although doing this to you is honestly a bit of a waste, Plan Three has already started, so we're pressed for time."
The information revealed in her words made Charles momentarily forget his own predicament. "What did you say?! Plan Three to exterminate the humans of the Abyss-Sea has already begun?"
"Yes, it officially launched an hour ago."
As Elena finished speaking, a Divine Servant hanging upside down from the ceiling dropped down. Its spiral mouth, reminiscent of a lamprey's, opened slightly and clamped onto Charles's head like a fleshy cap.
With a gentle twist, it instantly shaved off Charles's black hair. It lunged forward and spun again, and a sharp chill ran across his scalp—his skin was gone.
