บท 2192: Pale

He looked cut a sorry figure. Aside from the disheveled pants that covered his lower regions, his body was completely bare, even of skin in most cases. 

He looked like a walking zombie. Patches of peeling skin, pink muscle and dripping blood fell from his body. He was more like a monster than the handsome man he had entered as.

However, if one looked closely, it was possible to see that his skin was slowly coming back together once more, His muscle fibers were wiggling in place, latching onto themselves an growing stronger and fiercer than before.

Soon, he began to look more like the man he had entered as. Tall, powerful, robust, and carrying a smirk that held an uncomfortable amount of arrogance to it.

"Oh, I didn't expect so many people to be here." Dyon stretches one final time as the last of the dead skin fell from his body, revealing a bronze sheen that looked more like a shined metallic surface than the organ it was meant to be. 

"BOY!"