Kallistra straightened, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeve.
"Simple. I want one thing and one thing only: unique beasts. The stronger, the rarer, the more calamitous, the better. I dream of a world where every single beast is a masterpiece of chaos and beauty, a world teeming with living calamities."
Her voice rose slightly, her words carrying a fervor that bordered on madness.
"Imagine it. A world where no two beasts are the same. No mundane creatures, no boring repetitions. Every beast, a force of nature, a singularity unto itself."
"That's insane," Victoria muttered, taking a step back. "You're crazy."
"Am I?" Kallistra countered, her tone sharp but playful. "Is it so wrong to want to create? To add to the tapestry of life rather than diminish it? What's evil about that?" She turned her gaze to Eratz, her expression shifting to something softer, almost reverent.
