The moment Jack's voice reached its crescendo, reality itself seemed to contract inward.
His declaration emerged with profound intensity, as if a deeply suppressed, a primal force had at last been unleashed.
The sound wasn't human. It occupied frequencies beyond the typical range of human vocal cords, a primordial resonance that permeated skeletal structures, circulatory systems, and the atmosphere concurrently.
His body convulsed with violence as his heart contracted with supernatural force, flooding his circulatory system with demonic mana of such density and concentration that every vein beneath his skin erupted outward like dark rivers of corrupted power breaking free from their containment.
The transformation occurred instantaneously.
Black veins spread across his body in writhing patterns, pulsing with each thunderous heartbeat.
They traced the landscape of his muscles, wrapping around his shoulders, his chest, his neck, and finally consuming his face.
