Things had now gone from bad to worse.
A few seconds ago, the Alpha King broke his crystal staff, which promptly let the torrent of blood rush towards him, before flowing into his body and turning him into a monstrous beast of enormous proportions.
"Primal Form! …The King transformed into a primal form!" Shouted the group on the balcony, watching how such a creature smashed upon the half-blood warrior in the arena.
The Primal Form was a pinnacle transformation that could only possibly be accomplished through a combination of a unique mythical bloodline and sheer accumulation of power. There were only a few of its existence known and recorded in the last hundred years of wolf half-blood history, but any appearance would always bring or involve utter chaos.
After all, when the form successfully took shape, none of the human parts were still in control.
ROOOAAARRR!!!
