Fiona looked up in shock, only to see a hand with glossy, metallic skin—like polished steel—and five razor-sharp claws gleaming with a chilling light striking toward her!
Her eyes widened as she flipped backward, but even with her agile reflexes, three deep gashes tore across her shoulder, cutting down to the bone. Fresh blood dripped onto the floor, staining it a deep crimson!
She frowned and looked toward Vincent—only to find that his body had completely transformed. His skin now gleamed like that of a true iron warrior. He had grown to a massive height, likely over three meters. His head was covered in sharp spikes, resembling an oversized morning star.
His arms and legs had elongated, with fingernails and toenails morphing into deadly, piercing spikes.
From his back, elbows, and knees, sharp, icy spikes jutted out—his entire body now a deadly weapon.
"Die!"
His voice came out in a deep, hoarse growl, almost unintelligible. Then, he lunged straight at Fiona!
Clang!
