Zarach stood transformed, though unlike Tsolmir, he did not undergo major physical changes, as his new form was barely altered, refined yet unsettling.
His fusion with the Moth Empress had not twisted his form, merely given him more arms, three new spectral limbs that, as much as humans, also evoked the unsettling symmetry of a spider's grace.
It was as if the spirit's essence had flowed seamlessly into him, amplifying what was already there rather than overwriting it.
The spectral arms that had formed from the swirling mist settled into solidity, bone-white and elegant, as if carved from translucent jade.
They seemed to waver between the states of flesh and spirit. Each limb shimmered faintly, their pale surface glinting under the moonlight, half-corporeal and half-illusory.
Every faint twitch of their fingers made the surrounding air hum, the threads of fate quivering as though stirred by a phantom wind.
