Puchi, puchi, puchi.
Shasha shasha...
A slick, eerie sound rhythmically echoes from the hidden corners of the bronze-cast fortress, as if a scaly creature is crawling across the ground.
"Mmm, mmm..."
And outside, there's a muffled groan occasionally escaping as if someone has been forcibly silenced, adding a touch of oddity to the scene.
It can't help but evoke images that are somewhat subtle and peculiar.
Finally, a helpless sigh broke the silence.
"I say... that's about enough."
Herbert gathered all the Fallen Angel Feathers, glancing sideways at the artistic scene beside him, akin to a world-famous painting of "Tentacles and Demon."
"Don't overdo it."
You've gone too far!
Under Herbert's overwhelmed gaze, four slick-like shadow tentacles slowly extended, precisely grasping the Demon girl's four limbs, suspending her high above.
But it wasn't a torturous stretching like being torn apart by horses, nor the cruel punishment of interrogating a prisoner.
