CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO

Sarah was much, much bigger than she had been seconds ago. It was like she had air blown into her but Harold knew better than that.

The whole of her eyes were the darkest  shade of black, making her look surreal. Like a character who could only exist in one's most terrifying nightmares. Her hair was longer and red, like blood. Her arms were longer, too, and they dangled at her sides like the tentacles of an octopus.

“The long arms of the Goddess will always catch up with you,” she said in a slurred voice like she was drunk.

Her grace which emanated out of her high cheekbones, long blonde hair, spotless gown and amazing physique seconds ago was now replaced with something else. Something mystery, and intriguing, and dreadful.

“There's only one thing we have to do,” Harold told his wolf.

The wolf grunted a little as it took a few steps backwards, away from Sarah as if asking ‘what is it?’

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