The wolves were completely silent.
Their eyes stayed locked on Ravien, trying not to miss even the slightest movement.
Their fur had bristled slightly, ears flattened back.
A thick, invisible tension hung in the air.
The dense crimson substance released by the parasite began to slowly spread the moment it touched the ground.
Welto, highly sensitive to scent, reacted to the increasingly sharp and strange odor.
His breath paused for a moment, his expression tensed.
He narrowed his eyes and instinctively took a step back.
As the liquid continued to spread, it began to take on a distinct form.
Contours emerged. Edges sharpened.
Within moments, piece by piece, body parts started to take shape: shoulders, back, head, torso—
a silhouette formed entirely out of fluid.
Ravien's body had completely transformed.
He now stood nearly two meters tall.
The structure still resembled a human, but it had lost all natural appearance.
