A silent dread spread through the air, which was terrifyingly still. Her fur stood on end. She swallowed hard and subconsciously shrank back.
The dry twigs under her paws let out a strange CRUNCH-CRUNCH sound.
"Who's there!" The cold, dangerous voice was thick with killing intent.
The man turned his head to look. His lower body was a massive, coiling snake tail. The dense green canopy cast his expression in shadow, but a pair of blood-red snake pupils, narrowed to blade-like slits, could be seen faintly. They were as cold as tempered ice, yet blazed with a fanatic lust for battle and a furious rage.
That killing intent, completely undisguised, swept into her eyes like the wind. It was utterly terrifying!
In that instant, Wamiya's limbs, which had gone weak, felt a sudden shot of adrenaline. She dove into a low-lying thicket that offered good cover and ran, gasping for breath, paying no mind to anything else.
