The Nine Pillars that represented her identity as the Nine Tailed Fox was gone and instead were covered up by disgusting pus covered vines that throbbed like veins.
They wrapped around the pillars, ruining it's once impactful presence.
Even her orange aura that once bathed the hall in a beautiful sunset was now gone, replacing it a pungent dark red color that floated about, slowly transforming this portion of Max's subconscious into an area for Chaos to once again rise.
Kitsune frowned at the sight.
She could still recall how pathetic she was, curled up in a corner, unable to move while shivering like a child, calling out to him.
It was embarrassing and partially disgusting.
How could she have allowed herself to be reduced to such a level?
Of course she wasn't to be blamed completely, after all, the situation then was quite unique.
Experiencing such despair that resided within every single being, multiplied by the distorted aura of the Red World.
