She rushed over,
Seeing that familiar face, voice pitched high with panic:
"Who the hell is this woman?
Why does her face look exactly like mine!"
The newborn retainer instinctively tucked away her greatsword and giant shield, reaching out to touch that pretty face.
Suddenly
She let out a shriek:
"No... no way...
These are my hands?"
Looking down,
Her own hands had sprouted a layer of freaky withered leaves, completely covered, radiating that death vibe.
"How... how did my hands turn into this?"
Even though the hands looked like something out of a nightmare, the newborn retainer immediately recognized those jet-black nails—
These were definitely her own hands!
Her gaze traveled up from the hands—
Arms, chest, shoulders...
Then down—
Belly, waist, thighs.
Everywhere she looked, those weird withered leaves,
Layer upon layer, all neat and tidy, like each one was breathing and hungry for life to snuff out!
