Every step forward, Sylas felt his body being refined again, and then again, and then again.
His claws were growing sharper, his skin tougher, his hair more durable. Every heartbeat felt more layered, more exaggerated, more powerful—and yet slower at the same time.
Power surged through him like liquid nitrogen exploding against pooling lava, currents roaring and pulsing in wave after wave.
And then he slammed up against the wall of an A-Grade Human Simioid.
His canines grew a hint more prominent, the hair that covered his chest and arms growing just a hint thicker. His head of hair was practically a nest of steel wires, his body filled with coiled, iron-like muscle filaments that layered atop one another again and again.
Power surged, his heart beating so hard and heavy that it felt like it might explode at any moment.
It was too much. His Royal Hero Line wanted to break through, but his body was too limited.
