The chamber was dimly lit, with only the flickering of crimson candles casting shadows on the ancient stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something more primal, more arcane. At the center stood Remu, her eyes closed, breathing steadily as she focused her energy. Before her, the succubus Teemah observed with a satisfied smirk, her wings folded neatly behind her.
"Good," Teemah purred, her voice smooth and sultry. "You're finally tapping into the wellspring of your power."
Remu opened her eyes, revealing irises that now shimmered with a deep violet hue, a stark contrast to their former soft brown. Her once gentle features were now sharper, more defined, exuding an aura of confidence and danger.
"I can feel it," Remu said, her voice carrying a newfound authority. "The power… it's intoxicating."
