Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

Breathing was difficult but not impossible. Every inhalation was icy hot; cold when it touched her nose, but hot as soon as her lungs began to expand. Eigma's teeth grit tight as she wheezed out another breath. The world was spinning even though her face was plastered against the uneven ground, crunching a light layer of snow while she agonized. She pulled her legs in close, but even that slight movement was too much - her breath hitched in her throat, pain spanned the base of her back and spread along her sides.

Laying here felt like death - like she was dying slowly. The chill of winter had settled upon the mountain during her trek up it, and without knowing how long she had been stuck here in the middle of nowhere, she felt the numbing chill on her extremities and knew... If she didn't get up, get out, right now, she probably would never make it. Her eyes opened to slits. Eigma drew in a shaky breath and held it, even though the very act of doing so was intense and nauseating.

Then, she thrust herself up. Her legs nearly buckled a second time - but she leaned against the tree which sheltered her body, pressing her shoulder against it. For a minute she just stood there, breathing, aching, and then she took a series of steps. More like slips - and Eigma's route was not straight, but curving erratically along the hillside. She was pulled along by gravity more than her own desires.

As soon as her face breached the shadows, catching the light of the sun in one spontaneous moment of brilliant illumination, she lost her balance and collapsed, letting out a hissing shriek of pain as her body reconnected with the ground.