SPLAT!
Most of Miller's blood was now on the floor. His life force was leaving him. But there was a dinging sound he heard and that dinging sound was followed by the last green words that flickered at his retina before he died. They were words from the system.
[QUEST COMPLETED]
[PROVE TO THE SYSTEM YOU ARE WORTHY BY PREVENTING THE XYLORTHRAX FROM KILLING ANYONE]
[REWARD GRANTED]
[THE GREAT REWARD HAS BEEN GRANTED TO THE HUMAN KNOWN AS MILLER EDWARD]
[MILLER SHALL NOW BE THE AVATAR OF ASTRAR]
[THE FIRST STAGE OF THE PROCESS HAS STARTED]
[THE FIRST STAGE OF THE PROCESS STARTS NOW]
[EVOLUTION BEGINS...]
[EVOLUTION INTO A THROSK'BOK BEGINS NOW]
Those were the last words Miller heard from the system and also saw flickered at his retina before he finally lost his consciousness. Miller was now lying on the floor dead.
"YOU KILLED HIM!" Edmund shouted at the top of his voice as his whole body was covered with his blue energy. Seeing a dead Miller had made him extremely angry.
With a surge of raw fury coursing through his veins, Edmund propelled himself forward in a blur of motion, hurtling towards the menacing figure of Xylorthrax. In a heartbeat, his clenched fist exploded through the air, connecting with bone-crushing force against the abomination's grotesque form. The impact reverberated through the very fabric of reality as the blow tore through the creature's sinew and muscle, leaving a trail of shattered resistance in its wake.
From left to right, Edmund's relentless strike carved a path of destruction, cleaving the Xylorthrax's defenses as though they were mere illusions. The abhorrent being, once invincible in its alien essence, now stood vulnerable and exposed. The force of Edmund's strike was so ferocious that the creature's innermost core was expelled in a burst of visceral agony.
In that moment, Edmund transcended his own mortal limitations, his entire being propelled forward by a surge of unyielding determination. His body, akin to a ballistic projectile, tore through the very heart of the Xylorthrax, obliterating its grotesque form with an unstoppable momentum. The resounding impact reverberated through the air, creating a symphony of destruction, as the shattered remnants of the once formidable entity cascaded in a macabre display.
Witnessing this extraordinary spectacle, time itself seemed to stand still, encapsulated by the raw power and primal fury emanating from Edmund's every fiber. The visceral scene unfolded before the eyes of onlookers, etching itself into their memories as a testament to the indomitable spirit of a man driven by righteous wrath.
"Wow" Getrax said. He was shocked and so where the others. Getrax now knew that if James had fought with him earlier in the tournament stadium like this. He would have long been gone. He could now agree that James was way stronger than him.
Zabat too was also shocked but he just kept everything to himself.
Even the little boy and The beautiful lady including Kisa'Kei and Taj'Kei were all shocked and honestly speaking everyone of them including the other Amargans and the Anti-Meta Human travelers soldiers had a little fear rooted in their heart for James.
Edmund was now holding Miller In his arms as he knelt to the floor and started crying. Miller was stabbed right in the heart. He was dead.
"Why, WHY, Why now?" Edmund cried out loud.
Even though Edmund did not know it. At first he deemed Miller to be a rude and arrogant boy. But now he is the one who is liking Miller like a kind of Father and Son relationship.
Getrax and the other present and the scene came to comfort him for his loss. From the way, James reacted they could presume that he really liked Miller.
"Sorry Teammate" Getrax said as he patted James on the shoulder trying to make him feel better. But it was too no avail.
A heavy, profound hush settled over the scene, enveloping everyone in its weighty embrace. All eyes turned to James, whose face contorted with anguish as he surrendered to uncontrollable tears. Miller, the lifeless figure cradled in James' trembling hands, lay motionless, a stark testament to the tragedy that had befallen them.
But then, against all odds, a miraculous transformation began to unfold before their disbelieving eyes. Miller's grievous wound, a cavernous void that once marred his chest and pierced into his abdomen, now embarked on a journey of restoration. The fissure that had once threatened his very existence closed gradually, the raw edges knitting together in a symphony of cellular resuscitation. And with each passing moment, Miller's reanimated body regained its vitality, like a phoenix resurrecting from the ashes of despair.
As if summoned from the abyss, Miller's consciousness surged forth, piercing the veil of oblivion. Instantly aware of his revival, he relinquished his grip on James' arm, as if escaping from a spectral grasp. A cacophony of agony erupted from his lips, his voice reverberating with the intensity of searing torment. The weight of his ordeal bore down upon him, unleashing spasms of anguish that wracked his entire being, causing his fragile frame to convulse uncontrollably.
"Aargh!!!" Miller shouted in pain as he rolled down on the floor.
"What's happening to you?" Edmund asked in a panicking tone.
Everyone there was shocked as to how Miller resurrected, but they wanted to keep the questions for later.
To Miller, the excruciating and agonizing tortuous experience seemed to stretch out endlessly, dragging on for what felt like an eternity. Yet, in stark reality, a mere five minutes had passed, though each second had been laden with unbearable suffering. His convulsing body trembled uncontrollably as piercing screams erupted from his quivering lips, reverberating through the air. Writhing on the floor in relentless agony, he twisted and turned, his contorted form a testament to the torment he endured.
With each passing moment, Miller's bones seemed to undergo a peculiar metamorphosis, as if undergoing a profound transformation. They contorted and shifted, molding themselves into a sturdier, more unyielding composition, their essence growing denser. The shifting of his skeletal structure appeared almost supernatural, as if defying the laws of nature.
And at long last, the harrowing ordeal of metamorphosis reached its conclusion. The torment, once unforgiving, finally ceased its relentless assault. A sigh of relief escaped Miller's lips, carrying with it a palpable sense of liberation from the unbearable pain that had plagued him.
As Miller gingerly rose to his feet, a metamorphosis of a different kind unfolded before his eyes. His reflection in the eye of everyone revealed a visage more striking and captivating than ever before. His features had undergone a stunning refinement, each contour sharpened and sculpted to perfection. Towering above his previous stature, he now possessed a commanding height that imbued him with an air of authority and confidence. His once-elusive six-pack abs now proudly displayed their chiseled prominence, a testament to his newfound strength and resilience. In the eyes of everyone, Miller beheld the likeness of a robust and vigorous eighteen-year-old, exuding an aura of vitality and power.
With his physical transformation came a remarkable internal shift. Miller's entire being felt revitalized, as if a dormant energy had been awakened within him. The fatigue and weariness that had plagued him throughout his existence were now replaced by an overwhelming surge of invigoration and vivacity. He basked in the euphoria of a newfound lease on life, a sensation surpassing any previous experience he had ever known.
Miller's retina was suddenly filled with green words. A dinging sound was also audible. Both the dinging sound and words that was displayed came from the system:
[CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY EVOLVED]
[YOU HAVE EVOLVED TO THE FIRST STAGE]
[YOU ARE NOW A THROSK'BOK]
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