The Three Forms of Rakshara

"This is just too much for someone like me to comprehend," Mara said, looking at the four ladies who had become the best versions of themselves and, in doing so, had become different people altogether.

"Sometimes you just have to accept what is and watch as what is meant to be unfolds," Kent smiled, watching the ladies admire the changes Neomi had undergone.

Just like the three before her, she had also become a beauty. However, there was something about her that seemed to startle them all.

Neomi had not only become a beauty with dark hair and striking facial features, but she had also taken on an air of slaughter that only those who had killed thousands could possess.

She had three forms that even Kent had a hard time wrapping his mind around them.

In her first form, she retained her dark hair and tan complexion. In that form, she appeared as the most harmless person anyone could ever meet.