Devour (1)

Quinnmani quickly swept its gaze across the other heads. It wanted to find out which head was not supposed to be there.

However, no matter how it looked, the other eight heads looked the same. None of them was any different.

It was born this way. Besides the main head, the other heads were nearly identical. Many a time, it would not even be able to differentiate them itself.

After checking for half a day, it was still unable to tell which one was the extra head. Suddenly, it had an idea.

"By the way, who was the one who was the most eager to sign the name?!"

Quinnmani did not sign its name with its fingers, but its tongue. The tip of its tongue was more flexible than its fingers. By wetting the tip of its own tongue with the sticky goo on it body, the goo could be used as a corrosive ink to write on scrolls.

When it thought about this, it immediately remembered about the scroll which it just signed.

"That's right, that scroll!"