"Huff, hufff, huff!"
The Medusa Heir, transformed back into her human guise, stumbled and collapsed flat onto the harsh, solid surface of the distant ground. Her chest heaved violently as she fought to draw desperate breaths into her ravaged lungs.
But her agony was not merely from exhaustion. When her eyes registered the state of her body, specifically the large, once-proud expanse of her chest, she screamed.
"Ahhhh!"
The sound was a raw, terrified shriek. The entire area where her breasts had been now looked like perfectly smooth, scarred flesh, surgically excised as if by a hyper-heated blade, leaving behind only two dark, raw patches.
She frantically channeled her remaining divine energy, attempting to heal the catastrophic injury, but her efforts were futile. The flesh simply refused to regenerate, making her feel utterly stripped and powerless.
A wave of icy despair washed over her, chilling her heart more than the blood loss.
