The girl's body slumped into the crook of an arm, her consciousness already far away, yet her body still erupted violently, sharp bone spikes bursting from her face in a vain attempt to find the enemy, only to futilely pierce her own flesh.
Too late. The long needle had already pierced into the artery, foreign blood spreading rapidly throughout her body, like a flying rider delivering a false decree, smoothing over all resistance that should have arisen.
Nandu gazed down at her for a while until the body completely lost all signs of life. She withdrew her hand; the girl's face was pale, and her pupils had turned into dead, scattered golden slits.
She lifted her head, silently observing all around, the ugly dense forest, the dark peering eyes, the filthy ground.
"There's nowhere to bury you," she murmured softly.
At that moment, the Transformed Snake arrived, the gust it spawned shook the branches, scaring away those greedy eyes around.
