"What in the fucking hell." Howitzer spoke as the large towering figure of Valefar stood in front of him. Valefar's figure was lacking actual legs to stand on the street. The Representative wasn't large, wasn't a giant.
"Is there any other word to describe it?" Howitzer whispered to himself as he backed off slightly. Prior to Valefar's transformation, he had finished off the remaining living crimson figures in the area.
The thunder continued to crackle, but Valefar was unfazed by the lightning bolts striking his demonic elbows and arms.
Just next to him, Stacy looked upward as well. Her eyes were locked onto Valefar's true form as a Duke. She felt cold sweat running down her own neck, her legs shaking as Fang was whimpering in its dog form.
Stacy took a couple of steps back, before he tumbled on a piece of broken road from the crimson, falling on her backside. Howitzer heard the impact of her fall, and turned toward her.
