The frenzied crimson whirlwind had killed over hundreds of Merfolk along its path, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and mangled flesh.
Drenched in vivid blood, Elleo was soaked red from head to toe.
Amidst the stench of blood, she detected an inexplicable sweetness and exhilaration.
But these sensations filled her with immense disgust.
She had seen many of her kin succumb to the lust for killing, destroying their enemies and themselves in the process.
However, as she continued to kill more and more Merfolk, the symptoms hidden within her body began to gradually surface.
Tiny curved horns appeared on her forehead, and blood-red tattoos emerged on her skin, making her look increasingly ferocious.
Realizing what was happening, Elleo silently closed her eyes.
She could already guess that her body was about to transform into the shape she once abhorred the most.
