Protos had undergone complete metamorphosis.
His form was now substantially more predatory...sleek and dangerous rather than merely imposing. Crimson-obsidian tentacles covered his body in intricate patterns, each one writhing with barely contained aggressive intent.
Multiple serrated maws had manifested across his shoulders, chest, and limbs...each one releasing wisps of concentrated Hunger!
His eyes burned with ravenous crimson light that seemed capable of consuming everything they focused upon.
The pressure he radiated proved so intense that crimson winds and concentrated authority erupted from his form...and became invisible force that inadvertently crashed against Elyndra with devastating weight.
She fell to her knees involuntarily, panting with exertion as her existence struggled to remain coherent under such overwhelming presence.
Beside her, Noah observed with eyes shining with tyrannical satisfaction.
He couldn't suppress the smile that bloomed across his features!
