Eva is at the heart of her labyrinth, her body entwined with every wire. Her skin glistens with sweat, reflecting the cold blue light of the monitors. Each breath she takes seems to ripple through the machinery, as if she and the lab have become a single living entity.
With trembling hands, Eva lifts a glass beaker to her lips, scooping from the well’s black depths. The liquid is thick, clinging to her tongue, its chill spreading like frostbite. As she swallows, pain erupts through her veins—a blinding, searing agony that sends her vision spinning into blackness.
Eva[/@ch_1]'s body convulses, her screams echoing off steel and glass. Shifting shadows reveal her silhouette changing, morphing in ways both beautiful and monstrous.]
Scales ripple along her arms and legs, their iridescent sheen catching the lab’s harsh light. Horns spiral from her brow, tearing through sweat-soaked hair, while leathery wings unfurl behind her, stretching to brush the ceiling. Fins bloom along her sides, webbed and delicate, and as she gasps for breath, the agony is replaced by a haunting, new strength.
Drawn to it, Eva reaches out, wires trailing from her fingertips like silver veins. As her hand closes around the heart, it dissolves into her flesh—its power surging through her, entwining with her own. Tentacles sprout from her shoulders and waist, writhing and curling with a mind of their own.
Eva[/@ch_1] stands in the center, a hybrid of dragon, sea creature, and something darker. Her eyes burn with unnatural light, and her breath steams in the chill air.]
"I am more than flesh and wires now. I am the storm, the abyss, and the queen’s fury reborn," Eva whispers, her voice layered with a multitude of echoes that vibrate through the ruined laboratory.
Eva[/@ch_1]'s body. The windows rattle and machines explode in showers of sparks. The lab seems to bow to its new mistress, darkness and power swirling at her command.]
Eva lifts her arms, wings unfurled and tentacles writhing in the electric storm. The wires pulse with life, and the well of death empties, its power now fully hers. She steps forward, the air trembling around her, ready to reshape the world in her image.
