Brutus felt cold sweat trickle down inside his steel helmet as he looked at Halon's new form.
The pressure emanating from that small blue sphere, now transformed into an abomination with black scales and ruby eyes, was unlike anything he had encountered so far, either in Elysium or in the real world.
The power it exuded was so great that the air around Halon seemed to have suddenly thickened, as if gravity were being warped by the Slime's mere presence.
However, Brutus's ego, fueled by years of dominance as an elite soldier and by his confidence in his Rare Class of [Iron Vanguard], began whispering lies in his ears.
