For the second time, the zombie felt true pain. Its facial muscles and tissues were ripped away, forcibly torn along with its skin. Its left eye couldn't escape the physical frame as it was gouged out from its socket, its nerves and muscles ripped from the base.
The result of her attack elicited a sheepish smile, one which a child would make when they knew they did something wrong but hoped the parent wouldn't notice.
One of her eyes darted toward Noah, sneaking a quick glance. She hoped he wouldn't lecture her later for not listening to him. The serpent's core was clearly the better choice. After all, if one attack could cause such damage, and considering her current state was weaker than when she was whole, then there was a high probability her previous strike could pierce through the zombie's fortified skull.
Just from her glance, she could see that Noah was preoccupied with Arachne's…..transformation?
