Arabella watched Wendy's figure sway. Her face had inflated in matters of seconds, her expression twisting in such agony that it was far too frightening to look at. Her bloody figure seemed to be a sight that Wendy had never expected.
Arabella couldn't tell how many curses Wendy had used on her but the fact that in such rapid moment the scent of rotten flesh had filled the large hall explained how vicious those curses were. Although some of the curses that Wendy had used to her still hadn't taken effect, if it did, she couldn't imagine kind of death she was about to face, how deadly those curses would be that it would disfigure her.
But it seems the curses weren't just physical harming curses. There was an even worse curse, a curse that affected the mind and sure enough Wendy suffered through it.
