When the shift occurred, it was a subtle thing, quiet and insidious. The focus went out of her eyes for the briefest of moments and returned as perfect clarity when she looked at the looming monster. One moment, Wanda was there, and the next, she was simply gone, replaced with something else. Something foreign. Something very, very old.

"Yes," it said, voice pitched unnaturally low but still undeniably hers as it took in the new surroundings, so far removed from its own realms of men and gods. "Yes, this will do." And finally, after so many months of waiting in shadows and half-remembered thoughts, it began the transformation to its natural state. No matter the world, it would tremble before the might of the Great Beasts before the night was through.