The city center, which should have been bustling and peaceful, was now in utter chaos. People fled in panic from the collapsed hotel. The deafening explosion reminded everyone of 9/11, and they all scrambled to get as far away from the hotel's ruins as possible.
Almost no one could see the chaotic battlefield shrouded in dust at the heart of the ruins.
SWISH! A blade crackling with electric arcs slashed across Anna's forearm at lightning speed.
Green blood spurted from the wound. As it flew through the air, the slender, fair arm transformed into a tentacle covered in gnarled, gray roots.
Anna clutched her severed limb, her attention instantly locking onto her opponents as her mind, like a network of roots, reached for their heads.
I'll alter their memories and turn them into my assistants without them even realizing.
