But compared to Ian's inner self, his outward appearance was merely an ordinary kind of beauty.
When Adalbert saw the arrangement and distribution of Ian's various Sublimation Organs within his body, he instinctively held his breath. He had never seen such an exquisitely rational distribution of Sublimation Organs—each one placed in its optimal position, each cooperating and resonating with the others to deliver results far superior to isolated operation.
Within the boy's body, the purplish-red blood, though stagnant, still maintained an extraordinary vitality. Between the organs, the muscles and membranes bore meticulously ordered inscriptions, faintly shimmering with an irregular rhythm of light.
A perfect being.
This was the thought that flashed through Adalbert's mind—if Humans could be said to possess a so-called "perfect being," then Ian was undoubtedly the living archetype.
