"This… this is evolution?" Alina's voice trembled, eyes wide as she stared at the creature before her. "That's too powerful…"
The Hexagonal Goat stood proudly in the center of the hall, its six curving horns glinting under the lamplight. Only hours ago it had been a scrawny thing, barely reaching Luciel's chest. Now it towered over him—two meters tall, with thick, glossy wool as black as night and eyes that burned faintly with otherworldly intelligence.
Luciel smiled faintly at her astonishment. "It's more than powerful. It's a proper evolution."
He reached out, running his hand along the creature's dark fleece. The wool resisted his touch—tough, springy, almost alive. When he pressed harder, a faint pulse of energy pushed back, jolting his palm.
"Interesting…" he murmured. "The fibers have rebound force. Woven into fabric, it would act as armor. Impact resistance—and maybe reflection."
