Before long.
A huge mass of black liquid contracted inward.
A figure gradually coalesced.
It was a handsome young man with slightly dark skin, silver short braids, and vine tattoos etched on his neck and face.
Strikingly identical to the Andusha who had been devoured earlier.
But this Andusha's eyes were pure black, devoid of pupils.
The aura was also incredibly sinister and eerie.
"Not bad."
"Andusha" looked over his current form, seemingly quite satisfied with his current body.
"Finally tasted a delicacy that's somewhat palatable.
This identity isn't bad either, can serve as a springboard for restoring my strength in the next phase… should be usable for a long time…."
"Andusha" murmured to himself and suddenly spat out a glowing complex rune.
Looking at the twisted vine-like strange rune pattern before him, he chuckled softly.
"To serve as my disguise for a time, you should feel honored.."
"Rest assured, the Turan Family will not perish.
