Nothingness distorted.
And then, Daniela changed.
It was no longer the white void that swallowed her, nor just her consciousness struggling with shadows of herself.
Her body reacted. Her blood responded.
The scales appeared first, spreading across her arm like a black river that branched into grotesque patterns. The green that had once shimmered like a pure jewel was now darkened, tinged with darkness—a dense, almost poisonous emerald that pulsed as if it had a life of its own.
Daniela didn't scream.
She laughed.
The guttural sound echoed, reverberating through the abyss, as bones cracked, wings ripped from her back, covered in black feathers that dissolved into smoke before turning into draconic membranes.
In seconds, she was no longer a woman.
She was a beast.
A demonic dragon, larger than any form she had ever dared assume.
