June stood still, surrounded by a freezing wall that stopped him from seeing the battlefield but prevented anyone from doing the same with him.
<Turn into a wyvern,> Erik said, and as he heard those words, the clone took a deep breath.
The transformation began with a low growl that emanated from deep within his core, growing louder and more intense with each passing second.
His skin rippled and his muscles bulged unnaturally. June's bones broke and reformed, lengthening his frame.
He started getting really dark skin, like some kind of magical obsidian. As this transformation continued, scales started to appear and converge, uniting to create an impervious suit of armor that sparkled when exposed to light.
Instead of nails, he got some sharp, gigantic talons that were able to rip steel and flesh with ease.
June's face was twisted and stretched. His jawline formed a snout. Razor-sharp teeth came out of his gums, incredibly long and lethal.