Just then, a voice echoed with childlike wonder.
"So pretty!"
The stunned exclamation belonged to Forty-Two. Her eyes sparkled with awe, her mouth slightly open as she gazed at the two women who had just emerged from their cocoons.
And who could blame her?
Even Ricky, who had seen his fair share of monsters, warriors, and divine beings, couldn't help but admire the sight before him.
They were breathtaking.
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Dark Shadow stood tall, her form radiating a presence that was both beautiful and terrifying. She looked less like someone born of flesh and more like a divine sculpture chiseled by celestial hands—though certainly not the Undead God's.
No. This beauty was not twisted or sinister.
This was elegant. Eternal. Untamed.
