In the darkness, sand began to rain down, stinging painfully as it hit her face.
Tang Language wiped the sand sparkle off her face, crawled up from the ground, her arms trembling slightly, gasping for breath, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Relying solely on instinct... She couldn't react.
"Miss, you're very perceptive, and fairly formidable."
Igri Saba's deep, rough voice sounded again: "But in the darkness, any resistance is useless, because I am the only sun here! I advise you to surrender; you are no match for the Black Sun. As compensation, I can assure you a place in the Church."
"Moron."
Tang Language's hair, originally waist-length, now hung straight down to her ankles, and her once fair and beautiful face was now full of a beastly ferociousness, with two barely visible tiger teeth that had turned into fangs.
