Soft like a viscous mud, Damara's hidden tentacles torn into pieces by a single attack behind her back.
Her face filled with animosity and felt an unexplainable pain inside of her body. It felt like a sharp, small creature ate her flesh mercilessly.
She discovered it in a few months of hiding in a dark, far mountain surrounded with ferocious creatures and soothing gigantic trees.
Damara spent her life discovering and sharpening her skills while no one else could see her true pain, struggles and weaknesses.
Instead of being true to herself, to ask for forgiveness and fight against anger, she then chose to be something different and out of control.
And even a well-trained killer wouldn't have a chance to cut her limbs and feet at all.
"N-no... I-it c-can't be! It's made up of a powerful spell and it should have regenerated like a lizard!" she screamed, closed her fists in anger.
