-The spears clangs to the side, seemingly unharming her-
-While she collects herself back fast enough to sit back, hands patting her chest where the spear seems to have stabbed her, and shakily tries to stand-
...!!
-Crouches, hands to her mouth-
-While black, tar like substances flows out of her nose and mouth-
-Dripping unto the floor-
всегда верен-With a strained breath, she finally coughs, sending off a bit more of the tar fluid into the now sizeable pool-
-And with that, she collapses unto her sides, clutching her chest and curling up, face racked with what seems to be pain and fatigue-
-Slowly, the pool forms into a humanoid figure-
-Resembling, nay, a copy of Liman herself-
всегда верен-A few seconds later, the black statuette gains color, further reinforcing the similarity-
-And then, a Liman is looking at you, only with the color of her eyes reversed; where there should be the whites of the eyes, there are a deep dark red. Where there are the red, now its a pale, sickly white-
-Her hair too, is now a dark grey instead of white-
-Looks at the Liman on the floor, then at you- ...
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{...!}
{What does it do?}
-smiles, satisfied-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI