Seeing they left, the magus smiled—cold and satisfied—then turned his gaze back to the pulsing dark sphere.
'Finally. The hindrance is gone. Now... time to get serious.'
His hand slipped into his sleeve. His lips began to whisper a chant, no sound escaping—just the thrum of syllables vibrating through the air.
CLICK.
A faint metallic sound echoed.
He pulled something out.
An iron bangle. Plain in appearance, but forged from a rare alloy—crafted specifically to suppress his strength.
"Hahaha…" The magus let out a low, demonic laugh as the transformation began.
His skin flushed to a deep crimson, nails sharpening into claws.
His frame stretched—broader, taller. Then he lowered his hood.
Golden hair spilled out.
Sharp ears twitched slightly. A single, jagged horn come out from his temple. His eyes burned blood-red.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
Lightning surged across his body. He raised one hand to the sky, palm open.
"Lightning Qilin."
