Chapter 65 – Weakness is a sin [2]
Darklore —
Inside the territory of the Snakes, Medusa sat in complete silence upon a throne crafted from the peeled skin of serpents—snakes of every color and kind, all flayed and woven together into something both grotesque and regal.
She had green hair and green eyes.
Features eerily similar to a little snake girl we've already met.
"What's the news?" Medusa asked, her voice smooth, calm, as she slowly crossed her legs atop each other, addressing the kneeling snakeman before her.
"Matriarch," the snakeman answered, his head still low, "the Cerveaus are doing exactly as you predicted. They're trying to kidnap our talking snakemen—likely to extract information about our current condition."
Medusa smiled, soft and venomous.
"Brain Cerveau loves to act smart… but he's easy to bait," she muttered with pure disdain, shaking her head.
"Give them our criminals. Pack them with timed bombs. Let them think they've won something useful."
