The earth quaked with unnatural tremors as the chained hand burst forth completely, dragging with it a towering figure clad in a veil of writhing serpents. She rose like a goddess born from sin itself—The Queen of the Depths, once worshipped, now cursed to slumber beneath the arena.
Her hair was a cascade of scaled tendrils, her voice a melody that whispered through blood. Her eyes—violet and bottomless—found Renji and shimmered with malevolence… and something curious.
"You smell like legacy... and sin."
Seirath stood frozen, trembling as the Queen's gaze turned toward her. She tried to speak, but her body melted into a stream of spectral snakes.
"No—Please, no—!"
The Queen smiled wickedly and absorbed her, along with all the lesser serpents watching in the shadows. Their wails became a chorus within her, fueling her rise. She grew more radiant, more terrifying, now infused with Seirath's cunning and every other serpent's desire.
