"Good morning, Mommy."
"Uhh... Good... morning?"
Yumo said, sounding lost.
Evidently, the black-haired girl was still in a state of confusion, as if she had just awakened from a daze.
However, very quickly,
Sensing the Shadow power inside her that was still violently assaulting her shackles, trying to surge out, along with the bizarre urge in her mind trying to blur her thought again, Yumo's expression turned to one of pain...
A substantial bloody shackles formed by the crimson power began to gather around the girl.
Her vision, which had just cleared up, became blurry once again.
'No'
'This is not good...'
Yumo immediately felt something was off. Given how she had spaced out earlier, if she let this power overflow even more, her consciousness might once again be dominated by that terrifying force.
