THE CURSED ONE
Baring her small but sharp fangs.
Melody froze, taken aback. “What—?”
The Hopes silent snarl deepened. Her orbs turning full yellow. Her power flaring.
Melody hissed at the sight of the child’s eyes. She extended her own fangs. Her body began to expand, it stretched, her eyes glowing blood red. Her laughed grew louder, darker and echoing through the cave until the ground itself began to shake.
The transformation was horrific. Her skin splitting into scales of obsidian, her limbs lengthening, wings tearing from her back, the air turned black and hot.
Bab Populer