Tom fell to his knees.
His forehead was wet with sweat that desperately attempted to coll Tom's skin down. Even with the raging current of mana dying down, Tom's entire body was burning like crazy.
'Aaahhhh...' Tom released the air from his lungs, unused to this new body of his.
He was still the same person that he was before absorbing the stone. But at the same time, he could feel that he was different.
Tom raised his hand to his eyes, trying to see whether his outer self changed at all. Because judging from how the delicate wind brushed against his skin, he no longer was the same person that he was before.
"Tom, are you okay?!" Cleo rushed to Tom's side, falling down on her knees and reaching out for his shoulders with her arms. Yet, before the two of them could touch, Cleo stopped her hands, noticing the weird look on her lover's face.