The demon frog seemed to have a smile on its face as its belly began to distend in a grotesque display. Slowly, the skin of the frog split open, revealing a horrific scene as a pair of hands tore through the guts and blood.
A woman stepped out, her movements purposeful and fierce. The crowd gasped in shock and revulsion, but Lenny remained calm, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the figure emerging from the frog's innards.
She was covered in blood, but even in this gruesome state, there was no mistaking her wild beauty. Her hair, matted and streaked with the demon frog's viscera, framed a face Lenny knew all too well. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto his with a predatory gleam. Despite the blood and gore, she exuded a raw, untamed allure that was impossible to ignore.
