A total of six hands, and they pulled apart.
CRAAAACK!
A sharp sound, similar to glass cracking, echoing louder and louder as cracks spread through the cocoon.
And all at once,
SHATTER!
The entire cocoon crashed to the ground, revealing a figure coiled tightly like an egg. Quietly, it began to uncurl before coming to rest on its back.
"Ahhhhhh..."
White opened his lips, and an exhale of pitch-black smoke filled with tiny blue dots spilled out of his mouth.
His senses slowly spread across what he had become as every single organ began to relinquish its natural control to him, allowing him to quietly make out his shape.
"A six-armed human standing at seven meters in height."
That was the exact base definition of his evolution, but of course, things were far beyond what he had simply called out.
For one, his arms were of the same definite proportion, not one larger than the other, and they were each easily three times the size of a grown adult human's thigh.
