"My head's a mess!" Yarsha Zahara screamed in horror, feeling like her mind was being split apart. One part of her wanted to resume her current life of surplus and happiness. But the other part, one with a stronger influence wanted her to rip apart everything the Boar King wanted to create.
Hatred was a strong emotion, especially one that had marinated over a century. And that, when it hit her in an instant, was overpowering.
"Mom!" Barla rushed to her rescue but halted in a hurry when a Spirit Weapon made out of Sumatra Gold stopped before her. It had only stopped because it had reached the end of Yarsha Zahara's Spirit Weapon range.
Otherwise, Barla would have been attacked. Upon realising this, the oldest daughter of Yarsha Zahara was in shock. "Mom…?"
"Fucking Boar!" Yarsha Zahara glared at her in rage and subconsciously unleashed a Comet a her, slamming it on the latter's face.
