Dancing on the golden ashes-Chapter 275: Birth of the Mysterious Dual Pupils
I could feel again, the lost feelings returned—but not in the way I expected. It was like an old wound healing, a foreign sensation that nonetheless felt closer to my true self than anything before. Perhaps it was always my anger, buried deep within, protected by the sin of wrath, locked away in the core of my soul. But now, that anger was free, an explosive eruption of power—and it felt so fucking good. So intoxicating. Like biting into a forbidden fruit you haven't tasted in years, and when you sink your teeth into it again, it's the perfect blend of nostalgia, sweetness, and reckless satisfaction. Yes, it was just like that. And I let it consume me completely.
My body began to change, flushed with a burning crimson hue. Strands of my hair shimmered, darkening into blood-red locks, and I imagined my eyes, too, shifting, glowing with the same fiery intensity. This transformation wasn't permanent, I could sense that, but it was a reflection of the sin that was fueling me now—wrath had claimed me. My dress began to shrink, tightening around my body until it became a second skin, each inch clinging to me as if it were made specifically for this moment. The fabric molded to every curve, and I could feel the pressure around my chest, pushing against my breasts so tightly that it was harder to breathe for a moment. But I quickly adjusted—thankfully, the shame that would have come with such exposure was lost to me now.
The real shock came when I glanced down at my feet. Claws. My feet were wrapped in them, sharp and deadly, each toe ending in a curved, lethal talon. My wings had changed too, no longer graceful, but demonic—sleek, dark, and sharp, built for speed and quick, erratic movements. It came at a cost, of course. My straight-line speed had taken a hit, but I wasn't worried. I needed this. This was exactly what I craved. My horns were throbbing with power, pumping strength through my limbs, my muscles, but leaving my form as slim and agile as before. The tight leather of my outfit pressed against my skin, especially around my chest, squeezing me in ways that felt as though my breasts were about to burst free. I struggled to catch my breath, but the discomfort was fleeting. I adjusted, adapting to the sensations.
What surprised me most was the change in my tail. It had transformed into a weapon—black, sharp as a blade, yet still flexible and whip-like in its fluidity. The tip gleamed with deadly promise, a stark contrast to the sleek crimson hue of my skin. My hands, too, had grown—twice the size they once were, with claws that stretched out, black as night, emanating a dark, ominous energy that seemed to cut through the very air around me. The moment I clenched my fists, I could feel the power hum through them, a physical manifestation of my rage. My crimson leather outfit stretched up over my nose and mouth, enveloping me in a tight mask, leaving only my glowing eyes exposed.
I hovered in the air, suspended, weightless for just a moment. And then I saw it. The beast. It leapt at me with ferocious speed, its massive claws slashing toward me with the intent to tear me apart. I welcomed it. The world seemed to pause in time, the air growing thick with tension, thick with the promise of destruction. Then, the inevitable happened. We collided.
KAAAABOOOOM!!!
The impact of our clash sent a shockwave rippling through the land. The very ground cracked beneath us, sending debris flying in all directions. The green, thriving paradise my demon commanders had worked so hard to cultivate vanished in an instant. The lush trees were reduced to nothing but ash, the earth scorched and barren, as if life had never dared to flourish here. The vibrant green was replaced by the cold, lifeless grey of destruction. And still, we fought—pushed on by the fury of our clash.
A deep, guttural "GRRRRRRRRRRRRR..." rumbled from the beast's throat, thick with rage, vibrating the air beneath its claws. The werewolf tried to push me, to launch me higher into the sky, but this time, I was stronger—more than prepared for this kind of fight. My tail, swift as lightning, cut through the air like an axe, tearing into one of the beast's massive, muscular shoulders. It cleaved through it effortlessly, like a tree struck by a mighty blow.
A terrible "AARRROOOWWWL..." ripped through the air as the werewolf howled in agony, its pain echoing in the cavernous space. The sound faltered into a low, guttural "GRRRRR..." that vibrated with each breath. Blood sprayed, and I could feel the battle shift in my favor. I was tearing into its defenses. But just as I thought victory was within my grasp, a powerful gust of wind surged from nowhere, slicing through my skin, compressing me into a ball that grew tighter with each passing second. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Its eyes—the beast's eyes—swirled like hurricanes. I could feel the very wind and nature itself in them. This thing was the storm incarnate. And damn it... it hurt like hell. But who did it think it was, challenging me in a contest of power?
Then, something inside me stirred—something primal. A hot, burning energy flooded through my veins, and purple flames surged from my body, destroying the suffocating wind that had trapped me. My pride flared like a blazing fire, the sins within me stirring. I called upon my clone, sending it toward the beast while it was still caught off guard, buying me precious time.
As my power surged, I felt my body change. My hair turned crimson, streaked with purple flames that flickered and burned like fire. My outfit thickened, the purple hues covering the exposed areas, adding a layer of resilience. But the most striking change was in my eyes—my pupils had split. Each eye now had dual pupils, one red and one purple, burning with an intensity that mirrored my inner pride. It was as if, with just a glance, I could burn the world with my resolve, my pride too fierce to ever surrender.
