The wind was competing with the roar from Scylla's mouth. She had become a much larger form than she had been before. Her head had become more monster like and she was now covered in thick purple and green scales. Her teeth had become sharp with seemingly endless rows. The leviathans that had been her partners now stretched around her, fused to her body. What was even more terrifying was the fact that every time she moved the wind would react and shift. Storm clouds had even begun to form above her.
Ever since Scylla had begun to push herself as a child, she had been string. She had made the decision to grow stronger and that was one thing that had taken her to the demi-human kingdom. But when she got there she was still weak. She was just another demi-human, even though she had an ancient bloodline.
