The divine fire that circled Dremonia began to rise like a spiral storm, each flicker a hymn, each flare a word from the Sacred Tongue. The heat was immense—not destructive, but purifying. It was the kind of flame that burned away the boundaries between spirit and flesh, between the eternal and the temporal.
Dremonia lowered her head solemnly as the flames engulfed her completely. Her colossal body, still coiled with celestial might, began to shift—her immense form folding in upon itself, her scales compressing like starlight condensing into form.
The world held its breath.
And then, from within the fire, a silhouette stepped forth—human-sized, and radiant.
Dremonia stood tall, now fully in her humanoid form. The air around her shimmered faintly with residual power, as if reality hadn't fully caught up to what had just happened.
