"Let's try one with a curse core," Ace said, wondering what kind of form a cursed incarnation made using a curse core as a medium would look like.
Seeing her little bro pass her mortal-tier curse core belonging to the hideous worm-shaped curseling she turned into a curse spirit earlier, Lyra thundered, "No way, get that thing away from me."
By sharing thoughts and memories with Fumetsu and Fujin, Lyra had learned that the origin of the medium she was using to craft her cursed incarnations heavily influenced their form. Therefore, she would rather die than use the curse core of the Rust Worm curseling to craft one of her cursed incarnations. She already had a manly and loli version of herself; she did not want to add a worm form to her collection. She didn't even want to picture it, too late, her comic artist brain had already generated a half-dozen rough mental sketches. They were hideous but badass. However, not badass enough for her to change her mind.
