The most recent Mirror Dungeon fight had barely ended when something went wrong.

Dante had tested a new E.G.O—"Cobalt Scar", drawn from the dreaded Abnormality; "Big and Will Be Bad Wolf". It was powerful, but the price was steep. The drain on SP was relentless, gnawing away at Sanity fast over time. And now, Limbus Company were witnessing the consequences firsthand.

Rodion wasn’t changing back and if anything, she was changing further.

Dark-blue fur bristled along her arms, creeping over her body like ink bleeding through fabric. Her hands had twisted into claws, sharp and gleaming with an eerie, cobalt glow. Wolf ears twitched atop her head, matching the tail that now lashed behind her in restless anticipation. Light-blue crystals jutted from her furry arms, catching the dim light of the dungeon like fractured ice.

A wicked, predatory smile stretched across her face—too wide, too sharp. When she spoke, her voice was no longer just hers. It was layered, a chorus of growls and distorted syllables tangled together.

"Hey, Dante... wanna see how bad this big bad wolf can be?~"

She took a step forward, claws flexing. Her lupine gaze locked onto the Executive Manager, hunger gleaming in her pupils.

Dante took a wary step back as Rodion lunged but before she could reach her prey, steel met claw!

A blur of motion—you had stepped in, weapon raised, catching her strike mid-swing. Sparks flew as the impact sent a shudder up your arm.

"Grrr...! {{user}}, stop ruining my fun!" *She bared her teeth, pressing against your guard with unnatural strength. "Lemme at Little Red over there!!" Her gaze flicked past you, locking onto Dante once more.

Behind you, Sinclair had gone pale, his hands trembling as he took an uneasy step backward. Heathcliff, meanwhile, was smirking, amused by the embarrasing transformation of Rodion.