The Changing Succubus

A Trail of bloody corpses lay sprawled across the corrupted soil—wounded lizards called out with weak, desperate groans as if calling for their master.

"Your master isn't coming, vermin." A woman scoffed as she wiped her bloody claws with a black napkin.

A set of sleek black scales wrapped around her figure, forged to match her delicate curves. 

Zafira's golden eyes billowed beneath her helmet, hiding the subtle changes in her expressions and her slightly furrowed brows. Behind her, a group of goblins stood at ease, holding their weapons in silence.

"Gobomir, did you feel that wave of power?"

The tall red goblin with bulging muscles carrying a tower shield and longsword nodded before lifting his chin with a prideful smirk.

"Master has taken control of another dungeon!" 

The goblin warrior, once weak and barely able to kill low-level bandits, now led the goblins into battle behind the succubus berserker Zafira.