Chapter 619: Stomach

Eiro's body had changed. Its form was no longer the way that it had been just a day ago. It was to the extent where he was a little worried that it might affect the shape of his soul, but luckily, the magic that caused it had something akin to a safeguard to this. He was sitting in the infusion-chamber in the attic and was busily infusing himself with flesh magic. For the first few hours, he could only feel his body quivering as the magic flowed through him, and then as if a coin had been thrown to signal the start of a race, his physical body practically blew up in mass. His flesh was out of control, and filled this room to the brim. Random masses of meat were growing on any surface they could, and Eiro was actually starting to get worried that the walls might be damaged by the constant pressure his body was putting on them.