After a harrowing hour filled with sounds of distress that echoed hauntingly through the hall, the second coffin suddenly sprang open, revealing a transformation both remarkable and unsettling.
From its dark embrace emerged a naked female human figure that was brimming with mature allure, looking neither too young nor old but someone in her mid-thirties.
Rebecca's human avatar was a striking mirror of her demonic essence, now encased in the guise of humanity.
Esther, her expression a mask of stoic relief, allowed herself a small sigh as she observed her sister's emergence.
Rebecca, for her part, was struggling to regain her composure, her breaths coming in heavy pants.
The ordeal had taxed her to her very limits, a test of endurance that left her feeling raw and exposed.
Turning her gaze towards Asher, her eyes blazed with a mixture of rage and defiance, a silent curse for the ordeal she had been subjected to.
