Under the moonlit night, on the endless grassland.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground.
"Ugh... Ahhhhhh...!"
Cries of pain erupted from their mouth as the figure struggled on the ground, full of gaping wounds as if a snake shedding its skin.
In fact, what the figure was doing was somewhat similar to that.
Amid the increasing struggles and painful groans, six tails emerged from behind the figure, flailing wildly.
At one moment, one of the six tails broke off.
But the breaking of the tail led to the gradual healing of the figure's numerous wounds, eventually leaving them completely unscathed.
"Damn it!"
The vixen, her injuries healed, looked at her severed tail without a hint of joy but instead with revulsion, full of anger.
"It took so much effort to accumulate six tails, and yet to lose one in such a place, to start all over again; the loss is too great!"
