The light from the sky intensifies, and a pulse streaks down to meet Chris' unconscious body. She lets out a feral scream, eyes still closed, as her body shifts into her catgirl form, her back arching as the energies seem to intensify.
Those humans, even mutants, here so close to the ritual may feel the more primal parts of their mind intensifying a bit.
Inside Chris' mind, images of herself swirl back and forth, her form twisting between human and animal and every stage in-between. Voices whisper, urging her to welcome humanity into a new world, but there seems to be something blocking it from going further.
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