"Humph," she huffed, lifting her chin, clearly satisfied with his humble attitude. "Since you beg so nicely."
She waved her hand. The illusion shifted violently, the stars swirling to form new, terrifying shapes.
"You must understand, bug, that these realms do not just sit idly by. They bleed. They leak. And when they do, the world changes."
She pointed to a phantom image of a generic wolf,, its outline shimmering in pale light.
"When a beast 'evolves' in the world, it is rarely natural selection. It is actually tapping into the energy of one of these leaking realms. It is contamination."
The wolf twisted grotesquely. Its fur hardened into scales, its body bulged, and three snarling heads sprouted from its shoulders.
