"Redemption Incarnation!" Meylin shouted with every ounce of strength she possessed. At last, she triggered the transformation of her Supreme Race's lineage.
She hovered in the sky like a fallen seraph reborn, her black hair flowing behind her with subtle starlight glimmers, as though the night sky itself clung to her form. Seven pairs of wings unfurled from her back—not feathered, but vast, divine structures veined with shifting colors that rippled like torn space. Within those wings were sealed gateways to other realms, where the powers of the Seven Sins lay waiting.
When those wings stirred, brief flashes of wrathful crimson, envious green, and prideful gold bled into the air like reflections from other worlds.
