The ground trembled as the man—no longer entirely himself—lunged forward. His movements were fast, erratic, like a beast unleashed from its cage. Aamir steadied his stance, eyes sharp, crimson system glowing faintly around him.
The man's claws—formed from fused beast-essence—scraped against the dirt, sending sparks as he slashed. Aamir ducked, the air slicing just inches from his head.
"He's gone," Aamir muttered under his breath, almost regretful. "What stands before me now is only a monster."
The man roared, veins bulging unnaturally, his voice layered with something inhuman. His mouth twisted into a grin. "Strong devour weak! That's all this world needs!" His words echoed with the Beast's will, drowning reason.
Aamir shot forward, his fist glowing faintly with energy, and struck his chest. The blow landed, but the man didn't flinch—instead, his body absorbed the impact, beast-energy hardening his flesh like stone.
