Inside a Flying Boat, that can carry four people.
"So… are we not taking the ship? Since they're supposed to be posing as a merchant group?" Myrtle asked, her voice low but edged with curiosity.
Her appearance had already shifted. Her once blue skin now glowed with a sun-kissed tan, and she wore an outfit so revealing it seemed to taunt danger itself. Every movement accentuated her curves, a deliberate play on distraction— yet her eyes carried a cautious sharpness.
Beside her, Zuzia had altered her own form. Instead of lava veined wings and demonic horns, she just had a normal black wings and horns and her frame was slimmer, younger, as if she had shed years in an instant. The aura of raw power still lingered around her, though cloaked beneath the illusion of inexperience.
And then there was Tyler. Red scales shimmered faintly across his arms, climbing to his shoulders and neck. His eyes glowed faintly like molten embers.
