In the middle of a lush green forest, five green boas were currently doing a weird dance. Some might wonder if it was a mating dance of sorts, but in reality, they were simply curling and writhing and tensing and coiling constantly as if they were in unbearable pain.
They twisted and writhed as though an invisible fire burned through their veins. Their emerald scales shimmered unnaturally in the shifting sunlight, and every contortion of their bodies looked less like instinct and more like a curse etched into their flesh. The ground beneath them was torn and scuffed, as if they had been thrashing in that spot for hours.
"Hmmm… not the ideal control I wanted, but this is good enough for me to get the job done." Damon grinned. He then released the five green boas from his control and surprisingly let them go. "Run, little snakes. I am in a very good mood today."
