Her mouth was a nightmare Her mouth was a nightmare made flesh.
It split apart like a red sack ripped wide as her eyes slid to the side of her head, her mouth interior crammed with endless rows of curved fangs, each dripping with what could only be venom.
I could not even glimpse the end of her throat.
The contrast was absurd.
"There has been unending war in these parts," she told Lady Levina with a voice that blended elegance with hunger. "One must be exceedingly cautious, otherwise it is far too easy to lose one's standing in the hierarchy of power, is it not?"
"Behave yourself, Jorō," Lady Levina rebuked her. "You know very well that Master Raven would never approve of what you have been doing."
They exchanged a few sharp remarks, nothing more than banter to their ears, before the scene around us began to shift.
The oppressive atmosphere bled away like the tide retreating from wet sand, and in its place rose a new domain.
