In the darkness of the night, it was hard to make out details about Undine’s bloated form. A shapeless mass of dark water and black sli, thrashing through the garden. There was neither sense nor direction to her attacks. Just a blind unleashing of powers new and foreign.
The cracking of wood was only drowned out by her terrible song. A cracked echo of her beautiful voice echoed through the night, a disharmonious cacophony like shattered glass. In every note laid the invitation to step into what she had beco and join what she was becoming.
‘Momo, go find Thana,’ John ordered his support. As one of the fliers, she was the most reasonable to go and try to get the blood mage back to the island.
‘Shouldn’t I stay?’ Momo asked, the reluctance to leave at such an important mont written all over her voice.
‘Nathalia is with us. There is no reason to worry. Now go!’ John did not leave any room for disagreent. As Momo obeyed his order, he turned to the thrashing mass. “Undine!” he shouted. “Are you still in there?”
The mass stopped still.
Tendrils, busy picking apart trees, hung frozen in the air. An abomination frozen in ti, that is what Undine looked like at that mont, and John hated it. Strands like mycelium shifted under the surface of water that blocked John’s Observe.
The song went through a build-up, a quiet voice slowly growing in intensity until the whole mass quivered and moved once more. It all moved towards him at enormous speed. A spreading mass of sentient water, filled with rocks, splinters of wood and whole trunks.
However fast Undine’s new form was, it wasn’t faster than Nathalia. The dragoness stepped in front of John. A rumbling noise echoed through her chest, and then the wave of water was hit by a cone of fire. Hissing sounds of evaporating water and a high-pitched scream of pain filled the air. If a scalpel cutting open skin had a sound, this would be it. Clear, precise, sharp and terribly abrupt.
“Stop!” John told Nathalia, worried that she might already have gone too far. The goddess decided to grant his request, and the blinding fire was replaced with absolute darkness. Terrible monts passed by as his eyes got used to the change in lighting.
The amorphous blob had been evaporated, and now all John saw was an outline, clearly female. For a mont he dared to hope, but as the world beca clear, his heart sank. Undine’s old form was gone; there was no more innocent, sundress-like exterior or lancholic beauty.
What he was faced with instead still bore the attractive form of a woman. Naked and fully on display, this shape was curvy to a degree that rivalled Nathalia, with large breasts and wide hips. Her hair didn’t even give the illusion of strands anymore, being a mass of goo that was vaguely hair shaped.
Her overall complexion had shifted. What previously had been several shades of light blue in the shape of a dressed sli now had mixed together into a single, darker shade. This new colour, a blue of oceanic depth, was nearly all her body consisted of. One exception was a pair of blunt, horn-like extensions that grew from the side of her head. They were almost black. Then there were her eyes, glowing a nacing red. One did so through the half-curtain of her gooey hair.
Last was a slick layer of black that covered her left side like a sli mould or a carpet of oil. It shifted with a will of its own, separate from the elental it was attached to. Bits and pieces of human teeth rose to the surface occasionally, interspersed with the enormous, jagged canines of sothing larger.
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