Yur walked back to the cocoon, watching as thin cracks webbed across its surface, spreading like veins pulsing with dark energy.
The transformation was nearing completion.
He waited.
The air grew thick, charged with something indescribable. The cocoon trembled, light seeping through the fractures. Then—
With a sharp crack, the shell shattered. From within, she emerged.
Velmira stepped forward, her form unveiled in its entirety. Her skin was flawless, glowing with an unnatural radiance, smooth as untouched porcelain yet soft like moonlit silk.
Every movement was effortless, mesmerizing, entrancing. Her figure was sculpted with delicate precision; dangerous, intoxicating, yet undeniably divine.
Her face…
Beautiful was an understatement. She was beyond beauty, beyond the realm of mere mortals or demons. Her lips curved into a natural, seductive shape, her sharp eyes gleamed with hypnotic depth, and her every breath carried the grace of something reborn.
