The evolution didn't take long.
Soon, Michael found himself staring at the transformed creature—the result of its advancement from a Three-Star Rare Rank to a One-Star Extraordinary Rank.
It was no longer a Black Griffin.
It had become a Galestrike Griffin.
Michael wasn't sure if its sheer size was due to its new power level or if that was simply how Galestrike Griffins were, but the undead beast before him was massive—far larger than before.
Its wings stretched wide.
The obsidian hue of its feathers had lightened, gaining streaks of deep cobalt that shimmered subtly with each shift of its form.
Its claws were sharper, curved like sickles, and its beak gleamed with a polished sheen.
Even in death, the Galestrike Griffin exuded majesty.
Power.
Michael took a step closer, squinting as he tried to inspect the fine details of its body.
The creature's mane, once short and wild, now whipped in the wind like strands of shadow and light combined.
