บท 435: Chapter 432 Red Feather_1

The scent of blood lingered in the air. After all the soldiers had fallen, the white figure stopped. Somehow, a third arm had grown out of her back. This arm was thick and long, comparable to twice her height!

Compared to her two delicately smooth, alabaster arms, the secondary arm sprouting from her back was covered in dark blue scales. Its three-fingered hand clenched and flexed, swaying gently, causing clumps of sticky flesh and blood to fall from it.

After killing all the soldiers present, the arm on her back retracted. The flesh on it squirmed as it was drawn back into her body, transforming back into a smooth back. It wouldn't have been evident if it weren't for the hole that appeared on her little dress. The whole scene could have easily been dismissed as a dream.

She silently walked over to a wall to lean against it. She picked up the rag doll from the ground, lowered her head, and stared at the pool of blood collecting around her feet.