The voice startled Vylyss slightly. She frowned and said, "You are… Shadow?!"
"Huh! Don't you dare taint me with that filthy nickname. Call me Morgana—remember my name well."
As Morgana finished speaking, she immediately seized control of Vylyss's body.
"You… you can't do this," Vylyss gritted her teeth, trying to resist—but it was useless.
"Don't fight it. I'm helping you. Let me show you a taste of true freedom's power."
Morgana's voice was seductive, laced with a trace of malice and mystery.
The next moment, Vylyss lost consciousness, though her eyes continued to glow with a strange pink light.
"A flawless body…" Not Vylyss anymore—Morgana had fully taken control.
She raised her delicate hand, pale with a soft pink hue, admiring it as if studying a perfect work of art.
"What a pity, this hand has touched men. But you still have a chance to start over."
"This time, I'll help you get closer to true freedom…"
