In the blink of an eye, seventeen years passed, and ever since her tenth birthday she had become sickly. The influence of the dark void was slowly wearing off, and by the fourth month of the Lunar Orlando, the situation had become extremely dire. When it seemed like both soul and body were about to be lost, Maya knew this was her chance to act.
Immediately, she started applying pressure and exerting her will over the dark void, and in the next moment she subdued the black void and fell into unconsciousness. And now, for the first time in seventeen years, she had full autonomy over this body.
As she opened her eyes—eyes now rimmed with a golden corner—she was no longer Maya.
She was now Seris Anise Von Veilantin.
