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The snake wound, opening and closing like breathing, was already dangling an arm, clutching the Gale Sword.
Then another arm reached out.
Sharp Blood Claws clung to the edge of the snakeskin, an eerie and nauseating blood-colored viscous liquid dripping down those pointed elongated claws.
Its claws forcefully grasped the edge of the wound, seeming to want to completely rip open Baron Ronan's body and break out.
The ugly, struggling blood face did indeed worm its way out from the neck, extending its entire upper body, crooked and skin-and-bones, while the lower half remained within the serpent's body.
The sense of strangeness made it difficult for Lind to determine whether it was a new life emerging from the "Ronan" snake's skin or cocoon, or if it was parasitic inside Ronan, hence its lower half continued to be connected to Ronan.
The decay of Ronan's body hastened, his neck twisted to allow the blood-red humanoid monster birthed from his neck to be a bit more comfortable.
