Inside Ash's inner cosmos, the eight cocoons finally cracked open and drifted down like falling petals of rose-gold light.
Vaeloria and Nia descended first, and the moment they touched the rainbow grass every blade bowed as though the world itself had been waiting for this exact second.
Vaeloria had shed every trace of her celestial fox heritage. She stood six feet tall, long white hair cascading to the ground in a river of liquid moonlight. Her once-dark silver eyes were now twin blood-red moons that glowed with quiet, ancient hunger. Two large bat-like wings (black as the void, veins pulsing soft rose-pink) unfurled from her back, smaller than Ash's but no less majestic.
Her figure had sharpened into lethal curves her waist impossibly narrow, hips and chest sculpted like she was a goddess, skin flawless bronze kissed by starlight.
Nia landed beside her, no less breathtaking.
Her tri-colored hair had become pure, pristine white, falling to her waist in silken waves.
