Feng Wuqing stood from the bed, her eye glinting sharply.
Her blood sizzled under her skin.
The beast called.
"Move."
It said.
"Act."
It spoke.
"Now."
It demanded.
Yet when she looked around, a mirror found upon the wall, she found the beast was her, and a smile slowly drew onto her face.
A weak little spark appeared in her Dantian, which was otherwise just a large field of stones and floating islands arranged around seemingly at random.
At first the little spark flickered, yet as she continued to sense it, her body continued to change.
A beastly aura slowly began to surround her, and her teeth began to sharpen!
Her eyes drew into a deeper form of violet becoming an amethyst with seemingly endless mirror shades hidden within like a gemstone!
Her mind lept and dove through her Dantain, facing the little spark which had now become a little fang.
