The fashion icon known as Claire Swanepoel has transcended the industry. At the ripe age of 25, her modeling career has come to a seeming halt; her portfolio not seeing any material for months now. While the woman remains a powerful figure in business and politics, her face is seen less and less in magazines and newspaper, despite media efforts. The illustrious Hellfire Club still maintaining a steady income along with her continuous fashion earnings from previous career endeavors, her step into the shadows seems to not have affected the supermodel's business reign.
After purging her body of human emotions in Tibet, the Enchantress traveled to another temple residing in Greece. Home to the most legendary divine figures, its land maintained the strongest connection to their magic energy. There she appealed to the gods themselves, convincing them to grant her the very divine energy that ran through them. Not all seekers of divinity were so lucky. Two of the three steps had been completed as she could feel her very being growing stronger, closer to ensuring her new found power was irrevocable.
A massive Greek-styled temple floated in the middle of the infinite blackness of space, bright stars illuminating the sky around the grandeur sanctuary. New found mystic power allowed her to create the pocket dimension; her very own universe within her mind. Accessorized with gold jewelry, fine teal cloth wrapped around her chest and waist to cover her scarcely while still displaying her undeniable elegance. Firelight danced onto her regally structured face from the circular pit, centered in the circular courtyard. She sat still, watching the fire as the flames danced in her ice blue eyes.
Her short life had been filled with love and loss; power and pain. It was sometimes hard for her to think back on her life before immortality. The memories were still there, but as if a thin layer of ice had frozen over them, she was unable to feel the emotions they once brought her. Now she felt nothing but a cold drive to obtain what was destined to be hers: divinity. Her hand rests on the head of a curious peacock, her only companion in the empty dimension. Slowly the Enchantress rises to her bare feet, stroking the exquisite bird's head one more time before vanishing, leaving only a ripple in the air where she previously stood.
Back on Earth, she stands surrounded by dense forestation. Her lithe frame now covered in nothing but a cape made of peacock feathers, she makes her way calmly through the forest. The portion of the Chinese forest was known of by few, and discovered by less. The rich soil cools her feet as she hears the sound of trickling water not too far away, along with sightings of smoke rising through the lush vegetation. Her surroundings were teaming with an unnatural abundance of life, as if this portion of the Earth had remained as fresh as the day of its creation. The sound of running water was joined by the sound of muffled voices, the invisible noises growing increasingly audible as, with a burst of sunlight, Enchantress entered the Yuansu Clan.