Then it was the Deep Red Royal Court's turn.
The representative of the Deep Red Royal Court was a female Wizard who looked about ten-something years old, tall and broad-shouldered, with a hard-edged face and long dark-red hair tied back into a neat ponytail.
She wore a dark-red Combat Robe, with no extra decoration, only a single badge embroidered over her chest.
She extended her hand, movements unhurried and composed.
The one shaking her hand was a lump of flesh.
It really was something that could only be described as a "lump of flesh."
It had no fixed shape, its body like a ball of kneaded mud, its surface covered in countless writhing tendrils and split-open eyes.
When it伸出 its "hand," that hand was a mass of flesh bulging out, its shape constantly shifting.
The instant their hands clasped, the Deep Red Royal Court's representative raised an eyebrow.
Billions upon billions of parasitic spores were surging madly into her through the pores of her hand.
