Lester, inhabiting the twisted body of Vinous, flexed his new talons. The aesthetics were a nightmare of biology—jagged bone spurs and weeping sores of green energy.
"I didn't know you were so ugly," Sunny remarked, his clone's face twisting into a look of genuine distaste. "The Lester I remember was a man of 'breathtaking beauty.' Now, you look like a botched experiment."
"Aesthetics are for the mortal realm, Wolf," Lester's layered voice hissed. "This vessel is temporary, but it is efficient. Thanks to this feline's high spirit-conduit potential, I can manifest 100% of my strength."
"100%?" Sunny's clone raised an eyebrow. "At this atmospheric pressure? You'll burn through the host's soul, he will surely die."
"Hahahaha! The slave has already served his purpose!" Lester threw his head back, laughing at the sky. "In the Great World, once a tool is blunt, you melt it down for scrap!"
