A Little Bit of Trolling

The village was in chaos, but Serafine? She was having the time of her life.

Her Mask of Light had leveled up—no, evolved—into something far more ridiculous and delightful than before. No longer was she confined to merely stealing faces like some discount theater performer. No, now she could absorb entire bodies, right down to the sagging skin, the brittle joints, and the arthritic rage that came with old age.

A true masterpiece of mimicry, allowing her to slip into another's existence as if trying on a new outfit, except this outfit came with a bad back and the unshakable urge to complain about "kids these days."

Naturally, her first test subject had been none other than Granny Elspeth.