Dying Light: Volatile Virus

After a short moment, you lay down, positioning yourself to sleep, while you continue absorbing the sunlight, and mutating slowly.

After a moment, you fall asleep, resting under the embrace of the sun.

As you sleep, you wake up in a strange place, a Volatile nest, covered by blue smoke, and then, someone slowly walks closer to you, until stopping in front of you.

The Mother, leader of the Cult of the Sun, exudes an aura of authority, mystery, and calm menace. Her appearance combines elegance, reverence, and the unnerving essence of the infected, reflecting her unique position as both a divine figure to her followers and a monstrous being shaped by the virus.

Appearance:

Mask:

The Mother wears an intricately designed mask, its surface smooth and golden, reflecting light like a radiant sun. The mask has faint, engraved patterns resembling sunbeams, with thin slits for her glowing yellow-orange eyes to peer through. Around the lower half of the mask, faint cracks reveal pulsating red and golden veins, giving the illusion that the mask is merging with her infected skin.

Clothing:

Her robes are ceremonial, flowing and layered in deep shades of gold, amber, and crimson, symbolizing the colors of a burning sunset. The fabric shimmers faintly in the light, almost as if the cloth is alive with radiant energy. The design incorporates patterns of suns, spirals, and flame motifs, all stitched in glowing thread that seems to emit a faint warmth. A long, tattered cape flows behind her, dragging along the ground like a smoldering ember, leaving faint glowing trails as she walks.

Body:

Her form beneath the robes is clearly not entirely human. Her arms, visible through the wide sleeves, are elongated, with hands bearing sharp, claw-like fingers. Her skin is pale but glows faintly with golden veins, pulsing in rhythm with her movements. The air around her is heavy with heat, as if the very energy she radiates changes the atmosphere near her.

Movement and Presence:

Walking:

The Mother's gait is slow, deliberate, and fluid, each step almost a dance as if she glides rather than walks. She appears weightless, her long robes barely shifting despite her movement.

Standing:

When still, her posture is perfectly straight and commanding, yet strangely serene. She tilts her head slightly when addressing someone, a gesture both inquisitive and unnerving, as if peering directly into their soul. Her claws occasionally flex and retract subtly, a reminder of the raw power hidden beneath her calm exterior.

Atmosphere:

The area around the Mother feels unnatural. The blue smoke in the Volatile nest seems drawn toward her, swirling in slow patterns as if alive and worshiping her presence. The glow from her mask and robes lights the area faintly, making the nest seem more sacred than terrifying in her presence.

Her voice echoes softly, reverberating in the chamber as though the sun itself speaks through her. The Mother's every motion and word feels purposeful, her presence both commanding reverence and inspiring dread.

Mother: "Come and find me... You are closer in becoming the Sun's successor... But you still have a long path to travel in your growth... But this is your beginning... Welcome to the cult... You are officially a son of the Sun... Continue in this path, and very soon... You will obtain much more than you could imagine..."

Before you could say anything, your view was covered by flashing images of that sun mask, the blue smoke, a very big living field in the countryside, Volatiles, a nest of Volatiles, Rais, Crane, and members of the cult.

Suddenly, you wake up agitatedly. You look up, is almost night, everything is much more darker, but yet some light remains.

You get up, and you see yourself changed. Your hands are more normal and less claw-shape, yet still some sharp as claws. You vest is bigger, as is now fused to your body, as an external armor of yourself. The vest seems even more reinforced as before, and even a faint mark as painted, the image of that mask of the Sun, down of the words "GRE" on the vest.

You try to grab your backpack, but you notice it also got fused, but with the vest, now being an extension of the vest to storage more stuff with slight more space.

You check your guns, both your specialized M1911, and specialized M4. Both has a more holy and infected view, as also have veins covering them, and they look reinforced with skin.