Muscles kept bursting forth, causing her clothes to rip apart. Her hands were constantly mutating, stretching out, resembling some grotesque, twisted monster, endlessly growing and expanding.
Her body was also changing, with her legs continuously mutating, as well as her back and stomach.
The room was filled only with the continual crackling sounds of muscle and bone growing.
She painfully tried to open her mouth to call for help, but instead, a constant stream of spider silk poured out.
The spider silk was like a gushing white spring, surging upwards and then quickly falling back down, soon engulfing her.
The next day.
Yuze stopped at her door: "Little Tactician, time to eat!"
Despite knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response from inside.
He frowned slightly and was just about to push the door open when Joyce walked over: "What are you doing?"
Yuze shrugged: "Calling her to eat."
