A pair of horns began to grow outward from the top of her head, forming spirals. The spirals of the two horns overlapped, creating the shape of the origin of life.
The bones throughout the girl's body began to shift, split, move, rotate, multiply, join, and reassemble... A human had only 207 bones, but she now had more than a thousand. The hard bones locked together, gradually completing their transformation into "divine bones."
Her height increased as a result, and her body slowly changed. Her flat chest was no more, replaced by two sacred, snow-white curves; her slender legs grew fuller and more alluring.
No living thing could look away from her. From head to toe, from her horns to her chest, from her chest to her toes, every part of her was utterly captivating.
This allure had nothing to do with lust. It was a desire far more primordial: the desire to "return."
Perhaps only one word could express her peerless beauty: goddess—
No, "goddess" could no longer describe her sublimity and nobility. So-called goddesses had only the right to kneel before her.
The proper word was—
"Mother God."
She opened her eyes. It was as though a flame had been cast into a dry well, or a single star had ignited the Milky Way. Her starry eyes shimmered, illuminating the long, dark night of chaos.
Aya spread her arms and raised her head, her dazzling starry eyes gazing straight up at the sky.
"Aaaaaaaaaaa—"
Thunder flashed, torrential rain poured down, and the rumble of thunder boomed like a great bell, forming a fanfare for the sonata.
Black teardrops fell from Aya's eyes and struck the ground. Then a hoarse roar rang out, echoing to the heavens.
Amid the spreading black sea of tears, one figure after another appeared.