Thick green vines shot out of the ground, wrapped around the mannequin tightly and ripped it apart effortlessly. The pieces of the mannequin fell to the floor and the vines crawled towards Belladonna.
Belladonna patted the vines like one would do a pet, and in the next second the vines shrivelled as Belladonna absorbed the spiritual energy in them. The vines died and the sand also lost its moisture, turning back to its original dry, white form.
Herman looked at Belladonna in disbelief. 'How does destroying the mannequin while barely moving help me!?' Herman raged inwardly as the veins on his head bulged.
Belladonna saw Herman's expression and giggled inwardly. She acted as if nothing happened and walked lazily back into the group of students.
'I wonder what he'll do,' Belladonna said to herself as she looked at Wonsebolatán. She put her hand over eye patch to calm her left eye which started to glow.
