Altair had no time to worry about the changes in her body right now; they were trivial matters.
At this moment, in her eyes—no, deep in her consciousness—countless mirrors began to surface. Through them, Altair saw two completely different feminine versions of herself.
One resembled her past self: ordinary, cowardly… In some mirrors she was barefoot, cowering in a corner, burying her head between her knees, thinking she could escape whatever horror she faced.
In others she stood before Altair like a child who'd done wrong, head lowered, too timid to look up…
The other version seemed her demonized self: stark naked, wrapped in thick black-purple mist, staring from the mirrors with provocation, seduction, or fury. Their pupils were venomous scarlet, eerie, lips curved in indifferent, bewitching smiles…
As time passed, every mirrored self began to step out of the mirror world and rush toward Altair, merging into her.
They overlapped, then split apart; her past self kept emitting the sounds of bones creaking and flesh reshaping, while her demonized self amplified negative emotions—fear, rage, greed…
When the fusion ended and silence returned, it marked Altair's full assimilation of the Witch potion—she had become a true Witch.
Consciousness returned to her body, and Altair instantly felt the change; the first thing she noticed was that they were 'just the right size.'
After briefly adapting to her new form, she turned to the three remaining potions, lifted them one by one, and drank them all.
When the last drop was swallowed and she sank into meditation again, her body began optimizing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her figure grew slimmer and taller; her chest expanded from budding to a generous curve; her face became more delicate, her nose dainty, her lips vividly red yet refined, her eyes radiant…
Before the 'Completion' potion, Altair's beauty had been seductive but not striking; afterward, her looks finally matched that allure, combining into a bewitching glamour.
Once the transformation finished, her exquisite body felt like it was in a scorching sauna—temperature rising, sweat streaming, sliding down and evaporating.
Gradually, her body expelled not just sweat but also colorful, nameless fluids.
These vivid liquids were clearly different from perspiration; the heat couldn't evaporate them. They slid to her feet and pooled together.
When meditation ended and she sorted the new knowledge in her mind, Altair felt absurdly powerful.
She was now a Monster with both mechanics and stats.
At range she could command black flames that burned souls and frost that froze bodies, or launch curses through blood and other media.
In melee she wielded Corroding Claws and Abyssal Chains for control, and dash in with Wings of Darkness for brief flight.
For survival she had invisibility, wand substitutes, mirror substitutes.
If she got hurt, as long as it wasn't instant death she could burn her own blood to heal at high speed.
To ambush someone, she could deploy emotion manipulation or psychological suggestion mid-conversation.
Of course, she also gained precise appraisal of Beyonder items.
Altair looked down at the Beyonder characteristics expelled from her body, and finally understood what Adam had meant when they met twice.
He hadn't lied: to anyone else this castle was meaningless—seizing it would be useless, even a burden.
For it had already fused perfectly with Altair, becoming her exclusive Uniqueness. Even a Sequence 0 True God who stole it could never assimilate it.
What puzzled her was whether she could still be called human; the knowledge she now possessed made her feel like a living Uniqueness.
As for devouring and evolving, it was exactly as Adam had said: Altair was walking a unique Assassin Pathway.
After the Completion potion, her main Pathway would keep absorbing the strengths of auxiliary Pathways, then expel the redundant Beyonder characteristics.
She hadn't been able to do so before solely because her Sequence was too low.
Even given the relevant knowledge, she couldn't use the function. Only now, as a sequence 7, did she gain this ability.
She had foreseen this transformation ever since she first crossed over and drank the Assassin potion; when the moment arrived, she actually felt relieved.
Taking a deep breath, Altair left the Spirit World castle, donned the simple clothes she had prepared, and pushed open the door of the laboratory.
Outside, she found Vivian standing motionless, staring at her.
Altair stepped forward and asked in puzzlement:
'What's wrong? It's been less than an hour—don't you recognize me?'
Vivian knew the Witch potion would alter Altair's appearance, but she hadn't expected such a drastic change.
Now only a tenth of the original features remained.
If Vivian hadn't been guarding the door and known Altair was alone inside, she would have blasted this stranger with black flame.
With a sigh, Vivian took Altair's hand, led her back to their private room, and stood her before a half-length mirror.
'The change after you drank the Witch potion is enormous,' she explained. 'If I hadn't waited at the lab, I'd swear you'd been swapped.'
Altair's eyes had turned amber—warm, lustrous, wild, as if they could capture sunlight itself.