The shattered heart carried a tender sprout of the World Tree and gently pulsed, and within the span of a single heartbeat, Garon the Great Wizard's body transformed into a giant with three heads and a thousand arms, dressed in a green robe.
No, at this moment he could no longer be called the Great Wizard, for he had achieved the Truth. He should now be called the Physique Crown.
The Physique Crown looked at the Martial Ancestor before him, whose soul had shattered, and a tear fell from the compassionate eyes of his benevolent face, while his angry face glowed with flames and he gnashed his teeth in blood, even sighing from the Wizard aspect.
"Since you have aided me in achieving the Truth, I will not let your corpse become a puppet for others."
