C772 What Kind of Background Do You Have?(1)

Feeling the rigid claws at her waist, Mariatu's face turned ashen, and sweat began to bead on her forehead. Even the sturdy tail of the Nanons had been snapped by the Ancient Shadow's claw—what chance did her delicate waist stand? Once in close quarters, her life hung by a thread, at the mercy of the armadillo.

"Do you understand?" the Ancient Shadow asked