Aster looks dumbfounded as her throat is cut, blood coming out of her mouth. Then another slash cuts into her, another into her, one her cheek. An endless amount of slashes rain down on her.
It's as if time slows down to a standstill as thoughts race through Aster's head, "
What is this?! I can't detect these slashes at all until they hit? And this effect seems to have simply manifested in a large part of reality without some kind of defined border? Is this part of her innate capabilities, separate from her territories?"
Blood and dust fly through the air as Aster and her surroundings are cut up. Her legs buckle and she starts to fall backwards, but suddenly she plants her feet on the ground with a stomp and leans forward. Between all the blood and the countless cuts, Aster no longer has anything resembling a face, but her pale eyes look like they've been set aflame. Suddenly a darkness washes over the area, as if she radiates negative light. The shadows are accompanied by an incredibly sinister aura, one that signals the hope of loss and the grinding of dreams under heels. Within the darkness three fiery eyes open, then another five open around those three, forming half a circle. Then as if being rewound, the darkness coalesces back into Aster, revealing her
Complete Devilfication.
She had turned into a fox-like form that looked like it was made purely of dark energy that was held together only by a few pieces of light, Chinese ceremonial armor, consisting of a short armored skirt, vambraces, chest plates and a thin scarf of flowing energy that levitated behind her. Her claws still looked hot an fiery, but further up her arms become black as night, like most of her body. This form was lean and about a head taller than her usual one and her legs had taken on a structure similar to those of canines, though with larger claws and made to stand upright. One of the most notable parts of this form was that most of Aster's waist had been replaced by a reddish orange orb, of which the surfaced was covered with a Penrose tiling pattern, rotating while its axis slowly tilts in random directions.
"
HAhAHAaHAHaHAa... You nearly got me there, Nakya!" Aster's current form is not made for human speech, and yet her voice sweeps over the battlefield with a haunting echo.
The relentless assault of slashes continues, but they don't cut as deep as before. Aster starts charging straight at Nakya, healing most damage from the cuts as she receives it. Her burning aura flares as she stretches her claws towards the other Warlord, ready to tear them to pieces.