The puppet's energy was now fusing completely with her core, twisting around her organs, sinking into her bones. And the Devil's soul energy, unknowingly given, had only sped up the process.
"She's… feeding on me?" the Devil whispered, horrified.
He didn't understand. This wasn't possible. She should've been dead. Crushed. Incinerated.
Instead, she was evolving.
Su Jiyai slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils, once dark, now flickered with a silvery sheen—like the strings of a puppet master, alive and sentient.
"Stop it…" the Devil said, now backing further away.
But it was too late.
The air around Su Jiyai began to swirl. It wasn't wind—it was pressure. Raw, wild, alien pressure that made the ground crack and the ceiling above tremble.
Su Jiyai raised her head slowly.
"Impossible." The Devil shouted in disbelief. How could a human...
His hand sparked with more power, desperate, furious. He launched a spear of darkness at her.
And then it happened again.
