The clash had already torn the land apart.
Wind screamed in endless spirals. Metal rose and fell like a living catastrophe. Healing light rewrote destruction as fast as it came. For a time, it was balance, violent, unstable, but held.
Then Harley stopped moving. The air shifted, subtle at first… then it became undeniable.
"Alright," she said softly, her voice no longer carrying strain, no longer playing along with the tempo of their attacks.
Her eyes dimmed, and suddenly deepened. "…let's stop pretending."
Vaelrith's wings slowed mid-beat. Drakar's claws paused against the earth. Instinct. Ancient, draconic instinct warned them. Something was about to change, and it did.
CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
The space around Harley split, not from force, but from her presence. Her body began to distort, stretch, and unravel into something far greater than the humanoid shell she had worn.
