Reality rippled around Rowan as he grew several feet taller until he stood around eleven feet tall. Two sharp horns pierced through his forehead, before curling like those of a ram and pointing forward.,
Seven spikes like the tails of scorpions erupted from his back violently flinging blood for hundreds of feet and he grimaced in discomfort.
His nose and mouth melted into his face as five more eyes took their places, two single-edged black blades forged from the spines of Ouroboros Serpents rested comfortably in his hands, as armor made from the bones of demon princes covered his body and his flowing cape was made from the feathers of Archangels that spread wide like two great wings.
Rowan exhaled aloud as red smoke poured out from his mouth as if his body contained an active volcano, he chuckled, "This body will do."