Orfry's confident smile faltered for the briefest of moments as his gaze locked on the runes that pulsed along Vlad's body. They shimmered with the power of the world itself, each line glowing like molten silver, drawing upon the radiance of the stars in the void. That light was not just for show—it condensed Vlad's aura until it was dense and razor-sharp, like a blade honed to perfection. The sheer pressure of it pressed against the air between them.
Yet Orfry's confidence soon returned. His eyes narrowed, and with a sickening, visceral motion, his arms began to twist and morph. Flesh split. The muscle bulged. Bone shifted. Metal tore its way out from under skin, fusing with sinew and nerve until his arms had transformed into monstrous pillars of raw strength—an unholy fusion of organic and mechanical power.
