Besra's celestial mind senses a faint stain on the colors of magic, a subtle whisper of dark oil threaded through the tapestry of the multiverse. She reaches toward it eagerly, her zeal burning all thoughts of caution away. It comes slowly at first, a trickle, but then rushes all at once like a living thing. The twisted magic fills her chest, floods her mouth, drips from her eyes. Elatedly, she feels it changing her - lengthening her bones, spreading across her skin, making every part of her MORE. She laughs, and she laughs, and her mouth pulls into a rictus of blades as she drowns in her ecstasy. Such PERFECTION! She would share her discovery. How could she not? When they felt the way she felt, they would all understand. FINALLY. The would would be hers to remake.
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The end :D I had fun phyrexianizing Besra, she's living her best life.
