Konrad's hands flashed in incantation gestures, causing human flesh ball to expand, morph, twist and shrink, before starting over. Meanwhile, black fog still poured from his sleeves and fueled the transformation.
Before such a dreadful scene, even Zamira and Else couldn't stop their eyes from widening in disbelief. As for Astarte, while she'd been through legions of death matches, such eldritch a scene, she had never seen.
*Clap*
Konrad joined his hands, causing the flesh ball's transformation to reach its final stage. It turned into a 1.8 meters tall, genderless human frame with snow-white skin, a bald head, and closed eyes.
However, though this slender human frame possessed arms and legs, no nose, ears or lips stood on its figure. Konrad beckoned, and the dark fog pulled the makeshift creature toward him before lowering it onto the ground.
"Master, what…is that?"
At least one more tonight.