Marrow hovered about the throne, her eyes fixed on Blaze.
She could hear everyone else's comments and compliments, but she craved the master's approval more than anything.
Blaze, on the other hand, was looking at every aspect of her body.
She had turned mostly white, as if made from the purest marble on the planet. Dark veins pulsated over her body like all zombies. The golden markings on her body had shifted and were concentrated on her chest, waist, and thighs.
Even her hair had grown longer, resting on her shoulders as she flapped her wings.
That was the part of her body that fascinated Blaze the most.
Her wings.
With around a twelve-foot wingspan, it was more than enough to make her soar through the sky.
"Are they made of flesh?" Blaze asked.
"Yes, my lord!" Marrow gave a twirl, showing the wings off to everyone. "I sacrificed some of my biomass to create them."
"I see."
Marrow had evolved into an angel.
Angel of death, that is.
She received a decent mutation.
