Steve

Evolution

The memory of the guide's cold smile, the *Ally Turned Enemy* drawing steel, gnawed at Iva Biggen. Her *Paper Skin* had felt the phantom sting of a thousand blades, each betrayal a fresh wound. In the hollow depths of Gallowsreach, where despair was the only currency, something within Iva snapped. It was not a break, but a shattering that reshaped her ephemeral form.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.