Up close, Lanatelle, completely captured by the process of transformation, looked pale and fragile, like a fallen petal of a white rose. She did not emit the usual oppressive imperious aura, which made her seem just a very beautiful woman.
However, she was surrounded by two contradictory auras: scorching heat and chilling cold. However, in fact there was no contradiction. This cold had nothing to do with temperature. It did not freeze, but absorbed everything it came into contact with: desires, emotions, and even god's laws. And, unlike what Valeera radiated, it seemed complete - the limit of the perfection of the void.
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