บท 205: Choice

When the light finally faded, Lassim stood alone, transformed. 

His body was now fully covered in intricate progenitor marks, the dark lines extending across his skin, pulsing with raw inky jet black power. 

His eyes had turned pitch black, reflecting the void itself with pupils replaced by swirling tempests while two manly dragon horns now adorned his head, curving elegantly upward. 

His features were sharper, more defined, accentuated by the sleek black feathers that now covered parts of his body. 

On his back, two predatorial and sleek wings, pitch black with purple and azure accents, spread wide, casting a shadow over the battlefield down below. 

A sea snake's tail, covered in scales similar to Mari's, coiled and swayed gracefully behind him, completing the transformation.

The power radiating from Lassim was immense, a force of nature that rivaled even the gods themselves. The pressure caused all three generals to stiffen and frown.