With the transformation complete, Siltheria had become an embodiment of her heritage, a true serpantkin in form and power. The momentary shock of her allies was replaced by an understanding of the direness of their situation. No matter how marvelous the serpantkin looked in the moment, their objective of getting out of the encirclement alive was all that mattered.
"Focus!" Alcraz called out, snapping everyone out of their astonishment. "Use whatever you have. We must break through!"
Gigi, having seen similar transformations in the past, though none quite as dramatic, nodded and readied herself, her blade humming with renewed energy. Deton, his song cut short, now began a different tune, one that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of the very earth.
