"Jinn…"
Sister Agnes stared at Jinn's shadowed back with a complex look on her face. At first she was glad that he was alive, but witnessing him kill Geralt in cold blood shook her.
'Did this happen because of me?' She blamed it all on herself for not being a better example for Jinn. She felt like she had failed him as a matron and as a guide.
Her eyes drifted to Jinn's hands, which no longer looked human. His hands were covered in a dark metallic sheen that reached up to his elbows. Just looking at his back gave her an unfamiliar feeling.
'What is happening….'
Sister Agnes's breath caught as Jinn finally moved.
His shoulders rolled back, bones creaking audibly as though his very frame could no longer contain him.
His body grew in size. The thinness of his limbs thickened into cords of raw muscle, tearing at the seams of his clothes.
