The force of the release shattered windows throughout the district and sent devastating shockwaves rippling across the entire city.
When the light faded, Elsbeth stood transformed.
Her physical form had become a vessel for pure darkness—skin that shifted between textures, hair that changed colour with each breath, and eyes that reflected dimensions beyond normal perception.
She had become, in essence, a living embodiment of volatile arcane principles.
But transformation came at a cost.
Where once Elsbeth had commanded dark arts, she was now commanded by it.
Her movements became erratic and unpredictable. Her spells fired randomly, some targeting Angelina, others striking empty air or even turning back upon herself.
She had gained immense power but lost the control necessary to direct it effectively.
