Byung's body lay rigid on the wooden table, every muscle locked in violent spasms. The transformation was aggressive and gruesome, far beyond anything seen before. His bones cracked and lengthened with sickening pops, stretching his frame taller and taller. Skin tore and reknit rapidly, black veins pulsing like living rivers beneath the surface. Thick, dark blood mixed with foam leaked from his mouth and nose as his organs shifted and reformed. His limbs elongated, joints realigning with audible snaps that echoed through the tent. The process was merciless, his body tearing itself apart only to rebuild stronger in real time.
What emerged was something else entirely.
