Her beastial form would be more apt in ascending the mountain, not this scrawny sack of meat she had to lug with her will. Secrecy, however, ah, how much that lizard had emphasized it to her. Secrecy was of the utmost importance, as any traces that she left behind were sure to be signposts leading them straight to them.
The shrine's grand wooden doors rose into view. To her disgust, she glanced down and found that her legs were shaking. This body, with its emaciated form, hair little more than black straw sticking out every which way...
"To think that I asked for it," she murmured.
As a gust of air washed out from the shrine's interior, Senka sunk onto the floor against her will, breathing heavily. Though she couldn't feel any sensations such as pain or cold, the toll on this body still existed. She leaned against the wall, tugging the hood over her disfigured face, allowing a sarcastic smile to twist her mouth.
She thought that the lizard had been awfully generous when he gave her permission to wander off like this. Perhaps he intended for her to die from overexertion to keep her away from his precious mistress. The thought made her chuckle.
What a spiteful creature.
She'll kill him when she got back as thanks.
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