The situation was troublesome, but more than anything, it was interesting in its own way. In his many years, Osvald had never dealt with someone as crazy as the one in front of him. Even those who were higher ranked than him in the organisation weren't as crazy.
He was something else.
But craziness wasn't enough.
It just… made them a little bit more unpredictable.
"...How should I handle you?"
Muttering the words once more, he stood face to face with the pig. The pig didn't move, observing him in return as its blood-red eyes fluctuated. The silence between them seemed to stretch on, yet it lasted less than a second before the pig's eyes deepened to an even darker red and its entire body cracked once more.
Its neck cracked at a weird angle, and its body started to enlarge before Osvald's eyes.
'He's still growing stronger?'
A strong scent of bloodlust lingered in the air as Osvald frowned.
