Lilith's cocoon of shadow and psychic energy didn't shatter—it unfolded. Like a black rose blooming in fast-forward, the darkness peeled back in silken layers, revealing the form within.
She emerged, and the word 'elegant' took on a new, more terrifying dimension.
Her body was now the size of a warhorse, her carapace a deep, polished void-black that seemed to absorb the very light from Adam's wings, leaving only faint highlights of an ominous, bloody crimson tracing intricate, spiderweb-like patterns across her plates. Her eight legs were longer, ending in points so sharp they seemed to distort the air around them. Her cephalothorax was sleeker, crowned with a subtle, crown-like ridge of the same crimson-black chitin.
