Her beauty was cold and noble; she was the very embodiment of the night!
At this moment, due to contamination, the delicate skin of the Dark Elves emitted a pale, sickly glow. Their facial features gradually became indistinct, skin on their faces sagging beneath the wrinkles, eyes sunken as if they were bottomless Abysses, exuding an ominous strangeness.
Lips twisted, bearing a smile that was not quite a smile, revealing ferocious teeth.
Her once graceful figure was now covered in pits and indentations, limbs seemingly pulled by some external force into grotesque twists. Her previously slender fingers now varied in thickness, some as thin as matchsticks, others as swollen as arms, with uneven joints, some nearly breaking apart.
The randomly elongated appearance was full of creativity, as if assembled from a pile of limbs, amassing all the hideousness of a humanoid form, devoid of any sense of beauty.
