Hela knew she was a monster, a terrifying monster that could easily tear humans apart, with a dark and indifferent heart, possessing a blasphemous form that made all living beings kneel and beg for mercy.
But she didn't want to be a monster anymore, not since a long time ago.
So she wouldn't kill Abbas or hurt him, even though he harbored strong malice towards Hewitt.
"Why are you turning your back on me? Face me!" Abbas shouted.
Milky turbidity seeped into the girl's pupils, as if there was a tiny, bright orange hole in the center. Her facial skin gradually turned pale purple, and translucent, slender tentacles emerged from the lower half of her face. They wriggled flexibly at her chin, a craving for intelligent life forms' brains surged in her heart.
Even if she didn't like being a monster, she couldn't deny that she indeed was one.
