The moment the Void Children made their choice, something stirred in the depths of the dimensional barriers—not the ancient malevolence of the Primordial Hunger, but something far more personal and infinitely more dangerous. Shia felt the change rippling through her consciousness like a tide of molten gold, transforming everything it touched.
Her emerald hair began to shift and writhe, each strand becoming something that defied the conventional understanding of matter. What had once been simple organic material was evolving into something that resembled a living ecosystem—miniature worlds sprouting from each follicle, tiny civilizations taking root in the spaces between dimensions that existed within her transformed nature.
"The Eternal Mother," she whispered, her voice carrying harmonics that seemed to resonate through every generation that had ever existed. "I understand now."
