But the next series of events were so unpredictable that we were left speechless by the end of it.
She chomped through her own flesh, swallowing and digesting it until nothing was left, causing the rot that had spread to her other hand after ripping the arm off to disappear in an instant.
On top of that, her arm regrew upon laying a layer of golden flames across the open wound.
The sight was so horrifying that some of the maids excused themselves while our mother still just stood there, emotionless.
"Okay… if you want to fight that badly, then continue,"
Zehar had forgotten how terrifying our mother could be as he took a deeper stance and let out a long breath, getting ready to attack once again.
But, unsurprisingly, our mother began to use one of Zehar's most powerful skills, though it would be useless against him since they were all related to rot and disease.
