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"She seems to be a half-succubus..."
The voice came from a tall woman with skin that glowed faintly gray, smooth and unyielding like polished stone.
Her elongated limbs moved with unsettling precision, each step deliberate.
Six glowing eyes were arranged unevenly across her angular face, their dim light casting faint patterns over her jagged crown of backward-curving spines.
Her hands, ending in sharp claws, gestured toward the creature huddled in the rubble.
Behind them, several succubi were on their knees, seated on the ground.
Their crimson skin was torn, marked with gashes that exposed darker, bruised flesh underneath.
Black wings, shredded and lifeless, hung limply over their shoulders.
They all sat with their arms wrapped around their knees, trembling, their once-glowing aura dimmed to nothing more than a flicker.
