Rescuing Of The Angered Witch
The mermaids, an inferior species of mermen, lived on a diet of rotten corpses in oceans and riverbeds. Even so, their curiosity about the witch drew them all around her. They sniffed her from afar as the mana in her body forming into a bubble of air around her–was burning their gills as well as their nostrils.
Laying atop a mountain of half-eaten corpses, the witches' eyes eventually fluttered open. The mermaids rushed away from the waking flesh, its eyes casually glancing across their faces as if it didn't fear them in the least.
'Fucking hell, I'm still here? Where's bitch demon? Why hasn't she come yet?' Wondered the witch as she slowly brought herself back up on her feet. Seeing how the mermaids were staying away from her, she heaved a sigh of relief inside that air bubble. 'At least my body knows how to adapt to danger as deemed necessary.'