The woman pounced on the table like a madwoman, her arms constrained by her clothes, unable to extend, her body twisting and curling violently like a python reacting to stress.
Her eyes were so red they seemed ready to bleed, her expression fiercely savage as if aiming to devour someone.
Outside the visitation room, everyone except Li Zhiyuan was visibly shaken with fear; even Tan Yunlong was not exempt from this reaction, for anyone normal witnessing this scene would feel a strong sense of discomfort.
After all, she was human, one of their own kind. In a world colored by long-term peace, everyone fundamentally struggled to accept such unchecked hysterical outbursts of primal nature.
Li Zhiyuan, however, felt differently. Through the glass, he could see a form of catharsis in her screams and frenzied movements.
What was seen as horrifying by others appeared to him as a sign that a beneficial phase was commencing in the cycle of events.
