Chapitre 147: Libyan - The Queen Born Of Thorns

'Libyan…What did it mean again?' Her chest crushed to bits by the treant that she now had squirming within the coil of her tail, the queen of Lamias, knew her time had finally come. However, unlike what she'd expected her last moments to be, she wasn't angry nor in pain, but rather reminiscing on the past, which she no longer remembered much of. 'I remember the rags, and my own mother's poison, and those cold nights born of desperation.'

Thinking back to a time when her clan was but a scattered pile of fugitives wandering here and there, struggling to survive and resorting to cannibalism.

'That's where it started, didn't it? The realization that I could grow stronger by eating my own…Those monstrous adults, and the raping clans of other species, the anger, the resentment, I can feel it still to this day!'