The transformation was immediate and spectacular. Angelina's carefully maintained appearance—the dignified bearing of a former Reverend Witch—began to shift. Her gray hair darkened to silver, then to black shot through with veins of liquid starlight. Her weathered skin smoothed, revealing the ageless beauty that lay beneath decades of careful magical disguise. Most significantly, her eyes began to glow with an inner light that spoke of powers held in reserve for centuries.
"You want to play with chaos, child?" Angelina's voice carried harmonics that resonated in frequencies beyond human hearing. "Let me show you what chaos looked like when the world was young."
