The woman looked calm, almost peaceful, as if she were sitting on a quiet hill instead of a dead monster.
Her figure was slim, and her posture was straight and dignified. Long purple hair flowed down her back like silk, reaching past her waist. It moved gently even though there was no wind.
Her skin was pale and smooth, untouched by time. She wore a simple robe that seemed to be made of mist and light, shifting between deep violet and soft silver. Poison energy gathered around her but did not harm her. Instead, it wrapped around her like a veil.
Her face was beautiful but cold. The most striking part was her eyes. They were vertical, sharp, and glowing faintly purple.
Behind her, the serpent's own eyes were almost fully closed. Through the thin gap of its eyelids, the same purple light could barely be seen, dim and tired. One could tell from a glance that she had the same eyes as the dead snake.
