137 Sin Gerro 1

"You alright there?" Garen asked walking towards Celine, carrying two the men in black.

"Well, you've grown, haven't you?" He added, glancing at Celine’s matured hourglass body with a hint of mild surprise.

What used to be children's clothing had now morphed into a few strips of cloth, barely covering her important parts. The cloth again threatened to fall off just as Celine was about to cover her mouth. Startled, she quickly reached for her clothes and clutched them tightly.

"I’m fine. You don't have to come any closer!" Celine panicked slightly and whipped her trident off the ground, bringing with it a large amount of yellow sand.

The whirlwind of dust and dirt blocked Garen’s vision, and as the sand slowly fell to the ground after some ten seconds, Celine had reverted back to her usual six, seven year old childish look with her ragged, oversized clothes . Her body was covered in blood and she carried a pale white look on her face.