Selma Payne's POV:
"Then, we have nothing to talk about." I stretched my muscles. "You know we'll fight to the death today, right?"
Previously, I was still hoping to get some information from Locke, but now, my only hope was for him to die quickly. This was an out-and-out time bomb. One more second of living would cause a lot of trouble.
"My dear Princess, I think my Lord will like your soul very much!"
Locke laughed as he charged at me. His already burly body underwent another huge change in a few seconds. Sharp and thick bone spikes grew out of his joints like fish bones, wings covered in a thin membrane grew out of his back, and his sharp venomous fangs glowed with a green light that made one shiver.
The humid ocean mist gradually mixed with the smoke-filled air. The nauseating ocean stench was hallucinating. That was what New Flow told me the moment he touched it.
