Aurora lay suspended in a glass cocoon, her silver skin shimmering beneath the pale fluorescence. Her eyes flickered open as alarms blared, and the lab’s heart—a swirling core of bio-mechanical energy—throbbed with urgency. The scientists scrambled, faces pale, but all eyes were drawn to the spreading corruption outside. "Why am I awake now?"

Aurora crawled toward the heart, agony and purpose mingling in her gaze. Hellroot tendrils wrapped around her legs, burning her flesh, yet she reached the core and pressed her hands to its surface. Energy surged through her veins, and the infection engulfed her, but did not destroy her. "Let me become more than this," she whispered, feeling the roots merge with her bones.

Aurora rose from the wreckage, her body adorned with opalescent wings, sleek fins, and glistening scales. She gazed at her taloned hands, the infection’s power singing in her blood. The hellroot vines bowed before her, recognizing their new queen. "I am the heart now. I am the infection,"

Drawn by an irresistible force, Aurora approached the chaos heart. The roots parted for her, revealing swirling veins of pure corruption. She placed her hand upon it, feeling the universe tremble. Her form grew, scales shimmering, wings unfurling to blot out the sky. "Let the infection become all that is,"

A great dragon descended, its golden scales blazing with light—one last hope for resistance. But Aurora met its gaze, unflinching, and as they clashed, she consumed its blood, the power searing through her veins. Every infected tendril now carried her will, her consciousness. "Now, I am truly everywhere. My body is the world,"

Aurora stood atop the chaos heart, her wings spread wide, eyes burning with infinite knowledge. She gazed over her domain, feeling every heartbeat, every whisper of wind, as herself. There were no boundaries now—only Aurora and her creation. "Let this world remember my name as the goddess of transformation,"