Stein's laughter was ecstatic, his features contorting with madness. He knelt on the ground, piously listening to the evil whispers of his master, the Ten Thousand Changes Demon Monarch.
A murky, viscous black liquid continuously seeped from his skin. The Mighty Power of a Venerable Great Demon condensed into an esoteric barrier of dark runes, wrapping around his body like a cocoon.
Malformed tentacles, like those of an octopus, extended from his arms. The skeletal structure of his head twisted and warped. His mouth split wide, teeth falling out one by one, replaced by a long, narrow, dark yellow crow's beak.
His spine tore through muscle and skin, sprouting wings covered in black feathers. Connected to the nerves of his vertebrae, they stretched outwards, like a fledgling's.
The ominous Demon Power swept across the Verne Bridge like a shadowy wind, chilling to the bone.
At that moment, even the war's meatgrinder on the Verne Bridge ground to a halt.
