The floor beneath Blackwood estate cracked like breaking glass, but the sound that escaped wasn't from structural damage—it was reality itself groaning under pressure it wasn't designed to handle.
Seraphina felt the Final Convergence ripping through dimensional barriers as Isabelle's ancient artifacts channeled forces that had been building for millennia. The Georgian mansion's familiar rooms began stretching, walls extending beyond physical possibility while gravity became a polite suggestion rather than an iron law.
"What have you done?" she demanded, reaching for Isabelle across space that kept expanding between them.
"What the Progenitors designed me to do." Isabelle's form was shifting again, vampire enhancement responding to cosmic energies by becoming something that barely qualified as humanoid. "I've opened the gateway that lets them reshape reality according to their vision instead of random evolutionary chaos."
