"What is she doing?" Thor asked with a gasp.
"She's changing," Astensia replied.
Espel, extremely intrigued, stepped forward with awe. Kestrel's eyes narrowed as she watched. "Changing into what?"
Lancet stared as well. "You'll see," he said.
The magenta and oxblood magic coiled around Spectra slowly like a formless, sparkling snake. It didn't ordinarily cover her, rather it rewrote her entire body structure, changing her from one race to another.
Spectra's form drew taller in the air, her posture straightening as if some ancient command inside her had finally decided to rise. Her long white hair was painted over with crimson and strokes of black, they grew taller falling behind her back where her spine was elongating.
The crimson energy sank into her skin and colored her pale skin to dull pink. Her forehead began to stretch, forming horns that swept upward in wide, dark arcs almost like an elegant, evil crown.
