As they followed Luminoir, they began to notice something extraordinary unfolding before them. With each step she took, the mask she wore—a subtle, ethereal layer concealing her true form—gradually disintegrated, turning into shimmering, delicate dust that floated around her like glittering fireflies before dissolving into the air.
This transformation was almost hypnotic, revealing more of her divine essence with each passing moment.
Her long, dark brown hair began to fade, giving way to silken strands of pure blonde that gleamed like woven sunlight. Her complexion grew paler, taking on an otherworldly radiance, as if lit from within by a soft, celestial glow.
Her attire morphed into a long, flowing silk gown of pure white, which seemed to catch the light in ways that made her appear both ethereal and god-like—a figure that commanded both awe and reverence.
