Fallen Goddess; Gorgon

In one seamless motion, she hooked her feet around Zenos' neck, yanking him forward with surprising strength. Before he could react, she flung him across the room, sending him hurling into the wall behind.

The Viceroy managed to stop himself just inches from breaking through the wall, bracing against the impact with a growl of frustration. But before Solaris could regain her footing, the rabbit made his move. Matt, calculating and swift, leaped into the air with precision.

With a single hand, he swung his blade in a powerful arc, aiming to slam it down onto Solaris. Sparks erupted as his blade clashed violently against her staff, metal grinding against enchanted wood.

Amidst the chaotic clash, Mavislin stood silent in the background, her eyes closed in concentration as she channeled the full force of her Guardian's power, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Go forth, my children. Destroy the ones who have disturbed our peace," commanded Solaris, noticing that the dragoness' mana output had drastically skyrocketed.

A cascade of ribbons descended from the ceiling, snapping through the air like vipers as they lunged toward the unmoving dragoness. In a blur of motion, Zenos leaped in front of her, his scythe spinning in a graceful, deadly arc.

The blade cut through the ribbons with ease, shredding them into nothingness before they could reach their target. Solaris cursed under her breath, her grip tightening around her staff.

It pulsed with a fierce amber glow, straining against the stubborn rabbit who dared to stand in her way. The air crackled with tension, her magic pushing back against his defiance.

"By the serpents' hiss and stone-cold gaze... With scales that gleam and eyes that bind... Uncoil your wrath, and come to me. Witness the true terror of the Isle... The Monster of the Shapeless Isle..." chanted Mavislin as she felt her soul intertwine with Medusa.

"Are you truly alright with using my powers without limit?" questioned Medusa, standing behind the dragoness.

"I wouldn't say that I would be alright... There's no telling what my mind could become if I keep doing this or if I prolong it," replied Mavislin, as she closed her eyes.

"It is your choice and sacrifice, Sister. I have no objections but I must warn you. Once you delve too far into the madness that once consumed me..."

"There's no turning back. Yea, I get that. It won't matter too much, since Solaris has no clue how to subdue me. I do not have anyone that is dear to me, so I have no restraint," answered the dragoness as she turned around and extended an open palm toward Medusa.

"Very well. Handle the Gorgon's might with care," said Medusa, reaching out and grasping Mavislin's palm.

"Feast your eyes upon the fallen Goddess, Gorgon!" shouted the dragoness, as her hair shot out, transforming into purple and black snakes that covered her form.

After fending off another wave of attacking ribbons, the Viceroy's senses flared—something drastic was about to unfold.

Zenos quickly retreated, his instincts screaming caution. Solaris wasn't blind to the transformation underway.

With a swift, forceful stomp, she drove her foot into the ground, sending a shockwave that hurled the rabbit backward. Matt struggled to regain control, his momentum carrying him dangerously close to a looming pillar.

Just before impact, a blur of movement intervened—a flash of blonde hair as someone caught him, pulling him to safety in the nick of time.

"You really need to work on your landing skills, I recall you having the same issue against me," commented the Viceroy as he grabbed Matt's collar.

"And I recalled that I didn't ask you for your opinions..." grumbled the rabbit as both landed on the ground.

They watched in stunned silence as the snakes that coiled around Mavislin stopped their restless movements, unfurling slowly like a blooming flower. From within the nest of serpents, a transformed Mavislin emerged, her presence commanding and fearsome.

Her back now bore two contrasting wings: a radiant golden feathered wing on her left, and a menacing black and purple draconic wing on her right.

As she rose to her full height, towering nearly to the ceiling, a wave of horror rippled through the room, gripping both allies and foes alike.

Mavislin had grown to an immense size, her serpentine hair of gleaming silver slithering and hissing with each movement.

As her eyes opened, a chilling sight met their gaze: her left eye shimmered in shades of purple and pink with a normal white sclera, while the right glowed a chartreuse green against a black sclera, eerie and unnatural.

Her scales, once confined to her limbs, had spread across her shoulder blades, back, sides, and the lower half of her bosom, dark with purple streaks that seemed to pulse with energy.

But it was her lower half that sent a chill through Mattheos' veins.