Chapitre 740: Composite Projectiles

"It has been a while, hasn't it? My dear orange!" Blood dripped out of the figure's face, one riddled with mutated spores. Peeling skin resulted in embers that smoked out, forming a fleshy cloud around her.

The golden feline she was riding was covered by rust, showing fragile locations throughout its form, twitching and morphing constantly. But then, it took a step forward, causing all the rust and other defects to peel off, revealing a pristine body of gold within.

The figure seated on it grabbed the tip of her nose once and pulled with force, yanking out the entire layer of skin from her body before chucking it into the Sandy-Grey Void, "Now, that's better!"