(Rage, rage, RAGE! Her blood was pumping. This was normal for her. Strategy had never been her strong suit—she preferred to follow others' plans, immerse herself in battle, and fight until every enemy lay defeated. Making a pact with Fenris hadn’t changed that approach; it was the same actions, just a different planner.

In quieter moments, when she allowed herself to think, she often wondered what Alberta would say to her if she could see her now. But that was all the more reason to focus on the fight. There was no need to think while raging.

Her hair turned white, unraveling into a layered, messy style. Her skin became a striking red, marked with bold black patterns across her features. Four massive horns curved upward from her head, and her once teal eyes shifted to dark red irises. Her physique grew stronger and more imposing, with clawed hands and hooved feet. Her tail, matching her red skin, ended in a tuft of white hair. Her clothing became tattered and torn, exposing her transformed body. Pieces of armor shattered into jagged red-and-black spikes.)

I'm Carina, and I will grind your foes into dust.