The Supreme sword shuddered, following its master's will.
Dissolving into a liquefied state, a humanoid shape began to take form.
The silhouette climbed upward, reaching two and a half meters… yet it kept going.
Stalling at the three-meter mark, Devil's familiar figure loomed over the surroundings.
His single pupil studied the area carefully, getting accustomed to the sudden change in gravity.
Raising one of his arms, he stared at his prolonged limb. Abruptly, it changed shape. It was now capable of becoming shorter or longer depending on his preference.
"Well… I'll be damned." Devil murmured, his voice dripping with pure amusement.
At a glance, he grasped the ability he had gained upon attaining the Supreme Rank…
Shapeshifting.
"Finally, the stars in the universe have aligned!" Devil bellowed, possessing the power most men could only dream of.
His gaze shifted downward, to his smooth lower area.
