Jiaoying's body is enveloped by fire.
It is a swirling, bright red column that shoots into the night sky and nearly returns it to day.
The horses nearby quickly flee, and Solomon cannot say he blames them.
His body is also telling him to run and hide.
Jiaoying's aura is suffocating. The heat she gives off is calamitous.
When the column of flame is dispersed, and she is revealed, Solomon feels his breath leave him for the second time in his life.
She is a statue of a woman.
She stands 7'4 at the very least, with muscles so perfect that they look like they were chiseled from marble. Her blue skin is a soft, midnight color, with patches of what appear to be scales dotting her legs and biceps.
Her hair has grown out dramatically and turned an ominous black color. Her ears have lengthened and become sharp, like an elf's.
A pair of dark horns curls out of her head and points toward her back. Their glossy sheen and sharpness make them look like weapons of pure obsidian.
