Chapter 118

• Cesmae's POV
• His skin darkens, taking on a sickly, rotting hue as if drained of all humanity. Blackened veins creep beneath his flesh, spider-webbing up his arms and neck. His limbs elongate grotesquely, fingers stretching into twisted claws, the flesh tearing and reforming as jagged talons emerge, black as night and razor-sharp. His muscles contort, bulging and stretching, tearing the fabric of his clothes until they hang in tatters around his shifting form.
• With another sickening crack, his face begins to change, his features contorting beyond recognition. His mouth widens into a hideous maw lined with needle-like fangs, dripping with a thick, dark ooze. His nose flattens, nostrils flaring as his breathing turns into a raspy, inhuman growl, and his eyes—once familiar—now glow with an unholy crimson light that radiates pure malice.