Amidst a series of bone morphing sounds and rising black dust, twelve symmetrical black limbs once again spread and grew. Sherry's body was gradually covered by dark bone armor, and her sharp, blade-like bone spines flashed a bloody, cold light—Sherry had once again transformed into the form of the Profound Demons.
She was adapting at an amazing speed to how she could control her two forms, becoming more and more proficient in handling this body. The whole process felt less like "learning" from scratch, but rather like "remembering" knowledge that had long been ingrained deep in her brain and limbs.
She slightly moved the limbs on her back that aided in walking and rotated her hands and feet. Satisfied, Sherry nodded, "In such a godforsaken place, this form does provide some comfort."
A'Dog then raised its head, glanced at Sherry who was now much taller, and then its body suddenly wrapped in a swirl of dust, melting as it shrank and merged into the shadow beside Sherry.