Walking through the bustling streets, Anna suddenly stopped. Half of her body swiftly transformed into a dozen thick tentacles that lashed out, tightly coiling around the child who looked no older than six or seven standing next to her mother.
The little boy was terrified, his expression and body language convincingly genuine.
However, under the suction of the tentacles, his disguise rapidly fell apart, revealing a Futan Sect adherent with a head full of tentacle patterns. A stack of flyers slipped from his chest to the ground.
"Heretic! You have betrayed the Great Power! Awake for Him—"
He didn't get to finish his curse before a wide mouth, a meter across, split open at Anna's slim waist, swallowing him whole.
"As I suspected, disaster is the breeding ground for the Cult. The Futan Sect has been stirring again lately, their followers are growing quickly. Keep an eye on your island too."
