>>5535554Not sure how you can tell, you begin to grasp that the strength force was also tied with the land itself. This is why when making contact with a surface, especially one of solid ground you felt empowered. Not just physically but spiritually and magically as well. Being on the solid, natural ground further amplified your magical prowess and mystical, otherworldly abilities. Working best when you are barefooted, the same goes for channeling and harnessing the strength force as well. You believe that if you tapped into the ley lines, you could draw upon the Earth’s magical and life-giving energies.
From that, you deduced that you could draw upon the myriad of abilities that Plethora possesses through nature. Heck, you believe you could partially or even fully transform into your superheroine alter-ego from it. No longer needing the divine spark of the Pleroma or Aeons to trigger the change. Again, you weren’t sure how you know this stuff as the information just kept flooding into your brain. Perhaps it was intuition or some supernatural form of instincts, once again brought upon your change from Child’s boon. It was certainly carrying its weight and then some.
As you realign yourself back to reality, you would see Princess Koriand’riss leaving. Giving you time to reflect as she was keeping true to her word. Thus, you merely close your eyes and clench your hands. <span class="mu-i">Breathe in, breathe out. Hopefully, I can do this transformation without the need of being put back into my living clay body. </span> Thinking clearly as you grasp a firm vision of your divine form, you start focusing deep within. Trying your knack at becoming Plethora as you are now. You weren’t sure why, but you felt confident that you could do it all on your own. You wouldn’t lose control, ever again.
“By the powers of Lady Gaea and the forces of nature, I beseech thee. Lend me your strength, Plethora!” As you chant those words, you swiftly took off your heel boots, exposing your feet as the magic arrays start to manifest. Spreading throughout your entire body in a manner akin to the ley lines. Once again, the ensembled kabbalah spheres that made up the tree of life manifest. This time does not resemble either the Sefirot or Qlippot but the four classical elements of creation.
With a blinding surge of divine light, your body once again transformed into your alter ego. In mere seconds you went from a sixteen-year-old girl to a mature twenty-year-old woman. Your hair turns into its iconic snow-white hue, complete with its voluminous silkiness. Skin shares the same succulent and suppleness with its silky smoothness. Your physique becomes more robust and vigorous as it displays sinuous contours on its shapely frame. The stocky muscles followed suit, but they were more compact and wirier than in either iteration of Plethora or your She-Woman transformations.