With a triumphant smirk, the Heretic God retracted the Tetra-chrome into his palm. He inquired, a hint of mockery in his voice, "What say you now?"
Rising gracefully into the air, Silpha Naya'il unleashed a blood-curdling cry, her eyes locked onto him with a piercing intensity. "You wretch, I'll not only defeat you but also feast upon your very soul!" Her words were laced with venom as she glared at him. In an instant, Damien sensed a profound shift in her aura—a stark departure from her former purity. It was now imbued with a chilling aura of death.
As he observed with keen interest, rainbow-hued horns emerged from her forehead, and her once fair skin darkened while her physique underwent a transformation. Her previously pristine white feathers turned lustrous black, and she gained an additional three feet in height. Her once crimson eyes now gleamed golden, their pupils, slitting vertically like a cat's.