"Why aren't you afraid! Why aren't you suffering! Are you trying to beat me with that little stick after I have become so powerful now?!"
Cecil was roaring like a raging behemoth. Having lost all rationality, the last of his human form was slowly consumed by tumors and tentacles as he became an evil, sinister monster.
Its body that disregarded the principles of conservation of energy and mass was filling half the room. Parts of it were coiling around the marble pillars that were sculpted with gold and silver flower patterns and filling them with cracks, even crushing the floor plates under its weight. Green pus splattered over the floor as it thrashed around, billowing waves of pungent white smoke while it sizzled.
Be that as it may, Angora showed no fear. Anger fueled his words with strength, making it sonorous and powerful.
