...Polystar gave a judging side look to Soren, which made him shut up, covering his mouth, but still giggling lowly.
Then—
Polystar's body began to shift.
It wasn't subtle but fast.
Bones creaked. Muscle swelled outward in thick, unnatural layers, stretching his black tunic to the point of tearing.
His frame grew broader, taller, heavier—mass packing onto him like the world itself had decided to lean in his favor.
His skin became flushed. Carrying a different color—a deep, saturated orange, glossy and faintly veined, which looked like polished carrot flesh beneath sunlight.
His arms thickened grotesquely, cords of muscle twisting into place with brutal symmetry. Veins pulsed green beneath the orange hide, carrying energy that hummed low and alive. Even his jawline sharpened, teeth flashing white against the absurd color.
For a heartbeat—
The room was silent. Soren included. "Oh Shit!" He remarked.
Then Polystar stepped forward.
Doom.
And vanished.
