Chapter 241: GRAND ESCAPE
The white cloak of Number 8 disintegrated into tendrils of smoke, unraveling to reveal her true form—a vision of forbidden majesty that struck awe and terror in equal measure.
Serpentine horns spiraled upward like an infernal crown, their blackened curves declaring her dominion. Her molten gold gaze burned predatory and unrelenting, yet a coy, knowing smile danced on her lips, promising both seduction and ruin.
Her attire was a masterpiece of elegance and menace: black lace intricately embroidered with gilded patterns clung to her form, while crimson accents spilled like fresh blood. Ruby-red gemstones adorned her chest, glimmering like predatory eyes, chained in a symphony of decadence.
Her hands, graceful yet clawed, moved with the precision of an artist, poised to unleash destruction or weave spells. A cape-like mantle draped her shoulders, its fringe resembling smoldering tapestries that whispered of the carnage left in her wake.