A vortex surrounded Helion, unleashing violent gusts that nearly sent the two knights who tried to approach him spinning through the air.
When the vortex finally dissipated and calm returned, the Calamity standing there was no longer recognizable , the metamorphosis was nothing short of astonishing.
At first glance, Helion had appeared no different from the other Calamities of the Duchy of Araceae.
Now, something in the aura he exuded placed him in a higher category , a category reserved for royalty.
His eight crimson legs had detached from his body and floated around him like a protective halo.
He now bore the appearance of a young man of about twenty, with spiky red hair and a face so beautiful it was almost effeminate, clad in a tight-fitting outfit woven from black spider silk.
