The Salamander couldn't help but try to scratch its own body, as if trying to reassure itself that this was a dream.
But damn, did that hurt!
This clearly showed that it wasn't a fu*cking dream, no matter how much it would wish for this to be a dream or nightmare.
As if that wasn't enough, the fear that it had swept away before returned once again, and this time it was deeply rooted to its heart.
Once that fear returned to action, the Salamander didn't try to swipe it aside any longer and it actually turned around and fled away.
Well, it tried to escape, because before it could even reach the encirclement of the lizards in the surroundings, a weak hand seemed to have grabbed it from behind.
Of course, the hand wasn't able to grab its neck as the hand was just too small while its body was bigger than three floor house.
