As she walked over, her petite stature slowly increased, transforming into a mature woman in seconds.
Then, her skin split as motes of light sprinkled out, quickly bathing her in a screen of holy energy and obscuring her from the viewers' eyes.
It couldn't be helped—bone spurs jutted from her elbows, shoulder blades, and calves. They tore at her clothes, and if not for the obscuring light, her body would have been unduly exposed.
"What do you know? This girl's bloodline makes for a perfect vessel. This seat should thank Dawnson when the chance presents itself," said the woman.
No, at the moment, she was Asmir, the lord of the stronghold.
If things went according to Dawnson's plans, this girl's body would have been destroyed by the energy from the minor realm fragment back then.
