Ghastly Transformation

It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but Maliah struggled a whole lot more with trying to figure out how to put this realm's clothes on compared to the time when she fought the Volcano Witch, it felt and looked like she was cat playing with an empty box, making it side against the ground as she repeatedly failed to get inside.

"Fuck this shit, that's good enough" looking dishevelled like a tornado had targeted her in particular, as long as it held on, The Death Dealer considered it a win, she also searched the house for a weapon, that woman whose neck she wrecked had been alone in this house, but judging by a variety of details, Maliah could tell that this was a family's home.

After much searching, she found a sword of some kind hidden under a bed, the style was one she knew but which she had never been able to attribute to any region or society in particular.