The ends of the tentacles were neither flowers nor leaves, but rather opening and closing organ mouths, emitting a pungent sweet scent of mucus.
At this moment, Sheena had completely shed the gentle scholar disguise she wore during the day.
She stood in the center like a moonlit elf, her body surface covered with green patterns akin to vines.
Ron speculated that these might be life marks left behind after symbiosis with certain plants.
At that time, these marks were rhythmically flickering with deep and mysterious light.
Several thick tentacles wrapped around her like ribbons, lifting her into the air, akin to a forest goddess embraced by vines in mythology.
More slender tentacles roved like flowing water, establishing mysterious connections at various key nodes.
Sheena's expression was both painful and extremely entranced, as if undergoing a life baptism beyond ordinary understanding.
The witch sang and cried.
"Woo woo woo..."
