Furious gales whipped, the hazy false sky churning restlessly, the Immortal King's crimson cape snapping in the wind, his frame standing still…
Every fiber of his being warned that interrupting this transformation would bring more harm than good.
On Seth's end, an abyssal bloom unfurled from his body, smothering all light in its wake. The murky shadow filled the air like a rising tide.
Furious draconic roars broke through the atmosphere, raging constantly…
Mark, the battle assist, blared its alarm in warning:
[Warning! Warning! Warning! The master is undergoing a physical process unsuitable for genetic suit sustenance!]
[Master, it is advisable to unequip armor!]
Seth gave the command without wasting any more time, his Will pulling the armor back into the inventory.
Exposing his bare chest and the dark leather pants he wore underneath…
On his chest, a pair of excited golden eyes simmered across both sides.
