C57 A Good Friend
"Sizzling..." A strange noise emanated from the short knife in Honglian's left hand, followed by a plume of white smoke billowing from the hilt, signaling the weapon's demise.
"Apostle..." Before she could utter the word "human," Honglian was brutally struck by a mass of writhing tentacles. She was sent flying, slamming into the wall with the force of a cannonball