"They were extremely fast that my running would actually be likened to a snail's crawling when compared to their speed," Dera continued telling the story, her voice slightly shaky but steadying with every word as she delved into the dark, terrifying memories she had tried to bury.
Her eyes were faraway, lost in the images of that day, yet her presence was solid, like someone who had survived a storm and lived to tell the tale.
Tessy gave her all of her attention now. Her eyes were wide, her posture leaning in slightly, drawn closer to Dera not just by the suspense of the story but by the unspoken weight she felt pressing into the room.
"But that was not all," Dera went on, her voice now firmer. "Their eyes could change colors, their teeth and nails grew longer than normal at will, and they were super strong."
Tessy could almost see it, her imagination giving form to the monstrous beings Dera described.
