Angelina watched this transformation with the analytical eye of a master studying a cautionary tale. She had seen similar transformations before—practitioners who had pushed too far beyond the safe boundaries of magical experimentation. They gained power, yes, but at the cost of their essential humanity.
"This is what happens," Angelina said sadly, "when ambition exceeds wisdom."
She began to weave a new spell—not an attack, but a restoration. Her silver butterflies converged around Elsbeth, their gentle touch beginning to absorb the excess chaotic energy that was overwhelming the younger witch's system. It was delicate work, requiring precise control to draw off the dangerous energies without damaging Elsbeth's magical core.
