Claire fled the battlefield because she wanted to try and control her transformation.
It was an impossible endeavor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to try.
Claire's beautiful amethyst-purple eyes morphed, becoming somewhat draconic. Her pupils became slits, and her body snapped into place, its anatomical structure changing.
The skin of a human that she wore didn't change much. Other than her eyes, there weren't many external changes.
Her internal body, on the other hand, was no longer human in the slightest.
However, the most noticeable change was in her aura.
Claire was like her grandfather and father. She'd been instilled with values of peace since she was young, and though the world corrupted those values, she tried to gain them back when she matured.
Her aura was gentle, welcoming, and heartwarming. She was like a hearth that made anyone feel like they were at home, like they could relax and be at peace.
