The woman before Elian looked extremely familiar.
She was almost an exact carbon copy of his lover.
Only she was over 240 cm tall, had wolf ears, a tail, and a golden streak in her hair. But the most glaring difference was not these physical traits; it was the smile on her face. A smile that lacked elegance but reeked of insanity.
"Fluffy…"
The wild woman's smile deepened. She twirled the war hammer in her hand like a baton and placed it on the ground.
"You seem to have gotten busy; who are these pups with you, Elian?"
Fluffy studied the centaurs in the middle of piecing themselves together. The kinetic force of Fluffy's "flower" was so powerful it tore the human halves off the horse bodies.
"Naga from Ysh-Natul."
"Tsk. Weak bastards," she scoffed.
An unsettling sight of men and women bisected at the waist crawling to headless horses ensued. Elian didn't worry as none of them had died. But he felt rage, resentment, and regret coming from them.
