Shakti convulsed as power and pain coursed through her body.  Shakti tried to maintain her composure because somehow, in the back of her mind, she had expected this.  Her body burst suddenly with heat, leaving her maked, but with intense clarity of mind.  She stood up slowly, looking at her hand.  Though her hand hadn't changed at all, it felt different. She felt reborn. Samsara.  Though she had succumbed to the desire to gorge herself on the demon flesh, she managed to prevent herself from succumbing to the urge to go berserk and attack the shades.  She simply stood there in her nude confidence; watching and hearing them flee in terror was enough for her right now.  She also half-expected the same voice that instructed her to eat the dark flesh to now also give her a rundown of what she was now capable of.  After all, it would be unbecoming to clumsily fumble with powers she knew nothing about.

Shakti turned to Camila and gave a slightly unsettling smile, "Yes, we should press forward, but first," she turned to look at Katerina's violent rampage, "we should let her finish."