The battlefield lay in ruins—cracked ground, broken hills, ash dancing with the wind. It was once a valley, now a war-torn graveyard. Aamir stood at the center, his clothes torn, his breath steady. But his body—his body was changing.
From his body, a surge of golden-red energy erupted like a raging sun. The very earth beneath his feet cracked and shattered, struggling to contain the monstrous force leaking from his core.
Across from him, an aged warrior from the Calonian Elite, his robes torn and staff still smoldering from previous clashes, watched with wary interest.
"Hmph... So, you do have something hidden under your sleeves."
The old man grinned, but even he felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Aamir's body twitched.
Then, everything changed.
Hair—glimmering gold—burst out across his body. His muscles bulged and expanded. His height grew. Fangs elongated from his widening jaw. A tail slithered out from his back, snapping like a whip. And then—
