>>Amber
Persephone's back arched violently, her body stretching as bones cracked and shifted grotesquely. Her pale skin darkened, taking on an eerie, shadowed hue, and her limbs grew longer, more angular.
Her legs and arms extended unnaturally, the fingers on her hands becoming elongated claws that dripped with thick, black miasma.
Oh no
"We're attacking," Hael said and I nodded. We brought our hands up and combined our power to burn her.
Her hair, once a flowing cascade of platinum, now writhed like serpents, lengthening and twisting, each strand glowing faintly with an ethereal, malevolent light. It whipped around her head as if alive, glowing brighter with every passing second.
And she began to grow again.
We fired, it was a flamethrower attack, filled with all the holy power I could conjure. The fire engulfed her. Her body burned.
