As the voice of the Fog Sky Department faded, the blurred humanoid figure in the air became increasingly clear.
The soul dust, which had shattered to the point of being almost intangible, was given a clear appearance—
It seems to be about eighty to ninety percent similar to the youthful Lucia, while the remaining part faintly echoes the shadows of Sister Sasha. But her hair was no longer black; it had transformed into a pure, milky white. Her skin has become even fairer... though not a healthy white, but a cold tone, nearly transparent and glowing white as if illuminated by strong light.
Her originally unsettling crimson eyes lost their red hue, turning into an empty, frightening silvery white. From a distance, for those with poor eyesight, she might even look like she only has the whites of her eyes.
She lost the ghastly fangs used by the Son of the Moon to prey, instead, she now floats gently in the mid-air, as light as a wisp of smoke.
"I... is this..."
