Raw power coursed through his being like a volcanic eruption, heat radiating outward in palpable waves that clashed against the lingering cold.
He grew larger in size, his body becoming more compact and dense.
His frame bulked out dramatically, every sinew tightening like coiled springs ready to unleash devastation.
The sheer mass of him made the ground groan faintly, cracks spiderwebbing from where he stood.
The texture of his body resembled an active volcano submerged in molten magma.
Cracks of glowing red lava traced across his skin, pulsing with inner fire, emitting faint wisps of acrid smoke that carried the sharp scent of sulfur and charred earth, stinging the eyes of those nearby.
Tendrils of lightning bounced off his body unpredictably, arcing in wild patterns that lit the surroundings with blinding bursts, the crackle thundering like an approaching storm.
Two horns sprouted on his forehead, curving upward with menacing elegance.
