Lohan's office had never been so quiet, and so full of movement at the same time.
He had arrived there right after breakfast in the real world, with his experience bar at ninety nine point four percent, and decided he wouldn't do anything rash.
His last evolution had taught him that a body in transformation didn't care about furniture, or walls, or anyone's opinion, so the first thing he did was clear out of the room everything that could break, melt or be hurled against a window when the moment came.
Sure, he could go far away and go through the evolution in an open field, but why put himself at risk like that when he had a perfectly stable and safe base like the guild's?
Twelve thin, translucent tentacles came out of his body all at once, each one moving with confidence, and at the tip of each one, instead of the smooth tip he usually used, there was a small bluish hand, perfectly formed.
