Druvash straightened slowly, the ground trembling beneath his feet. "Thou hast done well, Demon," he said, voice reverberating through the clearing. "But playtime ends here. This… is my final form."
His skin began to shift again, shedding, cracking, reforming. The coarse, reptilian hide peeled away, revealing something far more terrifying beneath. His entire body took on a smooth, polished sheen, dark brown like oiled timber, every surface gleaming softly under the dim light. The texture looked almost royal, refined, dense, and impenetrable.
Renny's eyes narrowed. It made sense. Druvash was a wood beast. Of course, his true form would reflect his domain, strength refined into perfection.
But before the beast could fully revel in his transformation, Renny's voice cut in, calm but laced with fatigue. "You're not the only one with tricks left."
That made Druvash pause, eyes narrowing with intrigue. "Thou darest claim another card to play?"
