บท 97: Ophelia's End

The transformation Gamma underwent was both startling and grotesque. His body swelled, muscles bulging grotesquely as he grew in size. His eyes, now a deep, menacing red, glared with an unholy fervor. An aura of raw, unbridled power emanated from him, filling the corridor with a palpable sense of dread.

Gamma let out a booming laugh, his voice echoing off the walls with a chilling resonance. "Let me show you the fruits of my experiment!" he shouted triumphantly. His posture was one of arrogance and superiority, a stark contrast to the Gamma they had known moments ago.

"This potion," Gamma continued, gesturing to the empty syringe in his hand, "is a masterpiece of science and dark arts. Crafted from the blood of your precious Ophelia and combined with various potent materials, it has made me into something... extraordinary."