Demon
Lilly stood on the pile of broken rocks and looked at the Tribal Chief of Laal Monkeys with a grin on her face.
Blood dripped from hands like water dropping from tree leaves after a heavy rain. Several long gashes were present on both of her arms, through which the blood was oozing out.
Not even her legs were spared, as several wounds were present there, too. But even after all this, Lilly didn't seem to care about her wounds.
She cracked her neck and swung her right hand a few times. Then she looked at it, the wounds were slowly healing themselves up.
Lilly was born with everything.
'Tsk! I can't even enjoy a battle properly,' Lilly clicked her tongue and thought. Because of her draconic influence, she was also a battle maniac.
But she rarely got to enjoy the battles for obvious reasons. And even if she lowered her strength and didn't use anything in her arsenal, she still wouldn't enjoy it.