Eva staggers, her body convulsing as liquid fire races through her veins. Her scream is muffled by clenched teeth, hands gripping her chest as if to contain the inferno within. Every heartbeat sends another wave of agony, and her vision blurs with pulsing red.
Eva's hair writhes like a nest of serpents, fusing with coiling wires and sticky webs that stretch from her scalp to the rafters. Fins sprout along her arms, and obsidian tentacles erupt from her waist, splattering the polished floor with droplets of inky void. Her skin splits and reforms, swirling with blood-red patterns and streaks of deep midnight.
Eva staggers forward, each step more deliberate than the last. The void tendrils coil around her limbs, darkening her entire form until she is more shadow than flesh. Her fingers brush the crown of wires and web, lifting it to her brow; as it settles, her eyes ignite with unnatural power.
Eva spreads her arms, webs surging outward with a life of their own. They pierce computer towers, siphon energy from power cores, and dissolve lab benches into nothingness. Every object, every light, every piece of knowledge is consumed and woven into her expanding domain.
"Power," she whispers, her voice resonant with new depths. "I can feel it—every secret, every circuit, every drop of fear." The last shreds of her former self are scorched away by the phoenix blood, and she welcomes the monstrous hunger rising inside.
Eva laughs, the sound echoing through the devastated lab, heavy with triumph and madness. She senses every trembling wire, every drop of blood in the air, and knows she is in control. No trace of mercy remains—she is the Empress of corruption, and she delights in her fall.
