Garion's body had now changed so much that they almost did not recognize him anymore.
His body had become even taller, broader, and sharper, like every muscle had been carved from divine stone.
His chest, shoulders, arms, and back looked overwhelmingly strong, but not overly bulky in a clumsy way. Instead, everything looked perfectly balanced for beauty, combat, and movement.
His skin carried faint black-purple divine cracks, like gravity itself had been engraved beneath the surface.
Those glowing lines pulsed slowly, spreading across his arms, shoulders, chest, and neck like living constellations.
His hair had grown longer, wild and thick, flowing around him with dark-purple energy curling through the strands.
It looked messy, but in a strange way, it only made him look even more dangerous.
And his eyes had changed the most.
They glowed with a deep purple light, arrogant and filled with strange pressure. Just looking at them would make anyone tremble.
