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Esme's screams continued for weeks. Her throat should have long since sheered apart under the strain, but the odd poisonous concoction was constantly restructuring her body, causing whatever injuries that formed to instead speed up her transformation.
She could feel her humanity fading, her thoughts turning simpler and more bland while her hopes and aspirations dwindled.
If one could take a look into her body, the sight would be shocking. Her inners organs began to form scales like the bark of a tree, her meridian nodes shifted, turning into the long, thin capillaries of a Spiritual Herb, and her bones began to darken, becoming a pale grey with the slightest tinge of green along with her skin.