The woman's clothing had been destroyed in the course of the battle and had fallen into the lake. Her silky skin was covered with tiny droplets of water. The tiny droplets faintly trembled against the chilly wind of the lake. It matched with her gentle curves that slowly moved up and down and made made for a very alluring picture— for a woman lying flat on the beach with two young men in front of her; this was a very shameful and embarrassing matter. However, her face was expressionless, not showing an opinion on anything. It was not because of her severed hand or the claws in her throat, but for some other reason.