Chapter 220 Grand Magus Test Vi

• Talor crouched slightly, his blackened claws flexing, his slit eye gleaming with bloodlust. The ruined clearing crackled with residual energy from the earlier spellstorm. Across from him, the young man stood firm, wand glowing faintly green, jaw tight with pride and pain.
• "What form of transformation is this? Are you even human?" the man growled, his wand glowing brighter. "It doesn't matter. I'll be sending you back to whatever pit you came from."
• Talor grinned, fangs flashing. "You better."