Sera lies motionless, her skin pale as moonlight, eyes shut tight against the clinical brightness. One scientist approaches, holding a cobalt blue serum in trembling hands. "You are our greatest hope, Sera. Drink, and become more than you are," he whispers, lifting the vial to her lips.
Within the silence, Sera’s form begins to twist—fins sprout from her arms, delicate yet sharp, while wings unfurl from her back, veins throbbing with excruciating pain. Her breath shudders, echoing through the chamber. "What is happening to me? Why does it hurt?" she murmurs, her voice trembling in the void.
Sera, desperate to quell the pain, drinks the dragon’s blood. Instantly, a cocoon of shimmering obsidian threads envelops her, pulsating with arcane energy. The scientists retreat, awe-struck and fearful. Ten years crawl by, marked only by the hum of machines and the glowing shell that protects Sera’s slumber.
She rises, her body transformed: black void tentacles slither across her form, skin adorned with blood-red sigils. Her eyes gleam with fierce intelligence, and she stands taller, more regal than before. "I remember everything. I am not what you made—I am what I chose to become," she declares, voice echoing through the chamber.
Sera's glass wings unfurl magnificently, refracting starlight into infinite colors. She steps forward, her presence bending reality itself. The abyss answers her call, swirling at her feet. "From the darkness, I ascend. The star sea is mine to rule," she proclaims, her words reverberating through the cosmic void.
Her tentacles ripple across cosmic currents, wings glittering as she merges with the abyss. Painted skin glows with power, and her gaze commands the stars themselves. All who dwell within the star sea bow to her, their new sovereign. "Let chaos bind us, and let creation begin anew," Sera commands, her reign eternal beneath the glass wings.
