Reverse! Reverse!

Kronos, and everyone else watching in the stands, made faces as if they were going to be sick.

Even though gods aren't exactly unused to gore or suicide, there was truly something unsettling about watching a woman lop her own head off with no provocation.

But more than anything, it was just confusing.

While Kronos was looking around for answers, he saw Lailah snap her fingers and erect a barrier around her and the others who were still at the table.

Kronos couldn't exactly figure out why until he heard another wet squelching sound coming from Kirina's body.

Her free hand had caught her head and was now holding it at her side similar to a dullahan.

Meanwhile, her neck was still gushing fountains of slowly hardening blood.

Just as dragon-headed tendrils were bursting from her stomach, they were now springing up from her neck as well.