Cheline has become fully avian, a giant four-winged bird with a long neck, covered in black feathers and glowing with cyan strings of flame. Her torn clothing and bandages hang from the new body beneath. She is enormous compared to Vanna, who falls backward onto the mattress, cowering. The creature spreads its four wings and screams into her face, dripping tar-like skin and spitting cyan embers all over her.

Cheline: -THAT THAT HALF-BREED HARLOT WAS MY CHILD?!

Vanna lies on the mattress, hiding her face. She whispers with shaky breath.

Vanna: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Cheline looks down on her, her eyes wide with rage, spitting veins of light as they stare her down.