The magus watched Tzarek's group leave the cavern.
His smile turned cold and satisfied.
Then he faced the pulsing dark sphere again.
'Finally.
The hindrance is gone.
Now it is time to get serious.'
He slipped one hand into his sleeve.
His lips moved, forming a silent chant.
No sound came out, but the air seemed to vibrate with each forming syllable.
Click.
A faint metallic sound echoed.
He pulled out an iron bangle.
It looked plain, but it was made from a rare alloy.
It was crafted to suppress his strength.
He laughed quietly, the sound low and dark, as his body began to change.
His skin turned deep crimson.
His nails lengthened into claws.
His frame grew taller and broader.
He lowered his hood.
Golden hair fell over his shoulders.
His sharp ears twitched.
A single jagged horn pushed out from his temple.
His eyes turned blood-red.
Crackle.
Crackle.
Lightning ran across his body.
He raised one hand toward the ceiling, palm open.
"Lightning Qilin," he said.
