Altair had no time to pay attention to the changes in her body. They were minor concerns.
Because at that moment, countless mirrors... no... they should have been appearing deep within her consciousness. Through these mirrors, Altair saw two completely different feminine versions of herself.
One was like "her past self," ordinary and cowardly... In some mirrors, she seemed to have encountered something terrifying. Barefoot, she hid in a corner, burying her head between her knees, thinking that would let her escape.
In other mirrors, she stood timidly before Altair like a child who had done something wrong, her head bowed the entire time, not daring to look up...
The other was like "her corrupted self." She was completely naked, yet surrounded by a dense black-purple mist. Standing before the mirrors, she looked at Altair with expressions of provocation, seduction, or anger. Her eyes were a strange, poisonous crimson, and an indifferent, eerie smile curled her lips...
As time passed, all the mirror images began emerging from the Mirror World one after another, rushing toward Altair and merging with her.
They sometimes overlapped, sometimes split apart. "Her past self" kept making the faint sounds of bones cracking and flesh being reshaped, while "her corrupted self" magnified her negative emotions, making her feel fear, anger, and greed...
When the merging was complete and everything had fallen quiet, it meant that Altair had fully accommodated the Witch Potion and become a true Witch.
When her consciousness returned to her body, Altair sensed the changes in herself. The first thing she noticed when she looked down was that "they were just the right size."
After briefly adjusting to her new body, Altair turned to the three remaining cups of Potion, picked them up one by one, and drank them down.
After drinking the