"Ugh......"
Alisa opened her eyes, staring blankly at the tattered ceiling in front of her.
How long had it been since then?
Alisa slowly turned her head, glancing around, but at this moment, she couldn't even think properly. Ever since that day, the day of the attack, she had been like this.
"—————!!"
A sharp pain shot through Alisa's right hand, causing her to let out a low moan. Turning her head, she saw that her right hand had completely transformed, no longer resembling a human arm, but more like a limb of some kind of creature.
"Has the transformation into a Wild God... begun?"
Seeing this, Alisa bit her lip as a sense of powerlessness washed over her.
God Eaters are not perfect warriors.
