In the underground palace, Feng Ling saw Meteor lying completely still, so she hoisted her up and gave her a shake, thinking, She isn't dead, is she?
But not long after, she noticed Meteor growing lighter and lighter, shriveling as though dehydrated, until only a cicada-wing-thin layer of skin remained hanging from Fangs and Claws.
Feng Ling froze and looked around--
"What is this?" Feng Ling shook "Meteor's skin" again and muttered, "A skill? An item?... Hey, Meteor? Are you still there?"
Of course Meteor was gone.
Even if she had still been there, she could not have answered Feng Ling.
Feng Ling had no choice but to accept one fact: Meteor had escaped.
She had escaped right under Feng Ling's nose using some unknown power.
Feng Ling muttered to herself, "Did I... mess up?"
After thinking seriously for a moment, she decided this did not count as messing up.
"This doesn't count." Feng Ling tossed aside the skin that disgusted her and consoled herself. "It was just a tiny, insignificant mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. Messenger lost his life because of one. That was a real screwup."
The Flood Dragon Serpent turned its head and looked at Doctor, who lay in the sand not far behind it.
Their gazes suddenly met, and Doctor stared blankly at her.
The next second, white light flashed and blood sprayed out. The image in Doctor's eyes froze forever in that instant.
Feng Ling chopped Doctor into eight pieces and let out a soft breath. "I feel much better now."
She remembered the grudge of being judged by Messenger, and Meteor's trickery had angered her further. Yet Messenger was dead and Meteor had fled, so all her pent-up fury was vented on Doctor.
"Now, let me see where you are..." Feng Ling activated Mother's Longing,