Only at the very edges of Lena's clothes could the ends of black veins be seen. They pulsated ever so slightly, as though it was in no rush.
Nonetheless, Lena was in a dire situation. Part of the transformation had already taken over her body.
Yet, she didn't seem to notice.
Talon rushed over.
"Sister, your body!"
He grabbed her arm and pulled back the sleeve. There were countless bulging black veins spread across her arm. It was hard to even find a tiny patch of normal skin, especially closer to her shoulder.
Lena smiled bitterly.
"Brother, I haven't cleaned the table yet. Can we talk about whatever it is afterwards?"
She proceeded to dust the table with her other hand. It was as though she couldn't care less that a patch of black flesh had essentially consumed half her body.
Talon furrowed his brows.
"There's no time for that! We have to leave this city. But more importantly..."
