After swallowing the spoiled Acorn, the excruciating pain produced by the corrupted power of nature immediately spread from Flora's stomach throughout her body. But the Great Witch of Death was very familiar with this decayed power. It was a state between The Living and The Dead, the final step before true death. If she had not met Shade, her future might very well have slid in this direction:
"Transformation Spell: Unicorn!"
At that moment, her flesh transformed into the strongest transformation form she currently possessed. During the change, all the power from that Old God's Acorn melted into the body of her new form.
What remained within that corrupted holiness was the last trace of vitality before complete death, while the white sacred tree of the God of Luck had bestowed not only the power of nature, but also mighty power that transcended the shackles of time.
It was as though the chains binding her soul had shattered at that moment. The familiar, even stronger power filled the witch's heart with joy. All the strength of the Eleventh Rank Great Witch of Death had returned, and because of her insight gained from death, she felt that she was truly only one final step away from the Twelfth Order.
Her wings spread wide, and her fluffy fur felt the winter's chill as she flew at high speed. The temporarily lifted shackles made even her heart feel liberated, and the sensation of freedom filled her soul with delight.
"Why is it this color?"
Grandma Cassandra asked softly from beside her. The Unicorn running through the air lowered her head and saw that her fur was not immaculate white, but gray, somewhere between black and white:
"It's still a Unicorn anyway. There's no difference. He's seen my white form before; this time was