Fwooooom!
My pristine white hair suddenly ignited with black fire from the roots outward.
Strand by strand, the snow-white color bled away, replaced by an abyssal black that swallowed light itself.
The length surged, growing past my shoulders in a wild cascade that whipped around me like a living shadow.
My eyes snapped back to their true form: vertical slits.
The irises turned pitch black, endless voids that absorbed everything, while the slits themselves burned a vicious, blood-red crimson that glowed with primordial hunger.
A mysterious black energy brimmed from my body, coiling around my limbs like living smoke.
It wasn't chaotic in the wild, destructive sense anymore.
It was pure and flawless... the root from which all things had been forced to emerge.
The reversed flow inside my core didn't fight me any longer, and instead, it obeyed me completely, smoothly flooding through every cell of my body.
Seraphiel tried to pull away.
But it was already too late.
I squeezed.
